Well Acquainted With It......

False empathy oozes
Like puss from a canker
Befouling the effort
To make them hear
What I'm saying.
A struggle to find
The words and the time
To close off the rhyme
With understanding.
But the ignorance denies
Efforts at compromise
And so they do nothing
But sympathize with false words
And false eyes.

But I know them
Perhaps better than they
Know themselves.
Locked books on dusty shelves.

And the words I receive
Sophomoric attempts to deceive
What do they truly believe?
Or do they?

And the indifference slashes
Continual pain center reactions
Leaving my skin an ocean of nerves
On edge.
Perched on a precipice
Metaphoric,
Or so I guess.

In love and in hate
With no way to dissipate
The turmoil in
This relationship
I'm well-acquainted with...

mtn 3/30/05