No Voice
Listen to me please is all I ask Hear my words Let them resonate and you will learn about me For I have been forgotten My allusions unnoticed or disregarded Your guilt quickly and bombastically camouflaging the truth of what I say Silencing You spin it until unrecognizable You are now the victim and I the aggressor My precious words catch the fury of your ire and fall in ashes to the ground Unheard Unrecoverable Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Word Prompts: Precious - Word of the Day Allusions - RDP Bombastic - FOWC Lillian is hosting Open Link Nigh at D’Verse Poets Image by Efes Kitap from Pixabay
It’s so chilling when someone can turn your words against you… too often this happens that the perpetrator manages to become the victim.
Yes, I think it has become an art form 😦
We speak, we write, we holler and yet … we are at times unheard, and go unnoticed. This is an exceptionally strong write. The poem can be interpreted in more ways than one. 💝💝
Thank you so much. I really appreciate it 💕
Oh yes…..the spin that can be put on facts to turn them into something else…..the refusal to take any sense of accountability and thrust the blame or guilt on an “other” — LISTEN….yes. That is a great plea. Especially in this country to heed in November!
Yes indeed Lillian. You understand in more ways than one 🙂🥰🙏
Sounds like a relationship that’s not so nice. . .
You’d be right!
It is painful not being able to communicate with someone who is close.
Tell me! Thank you Frank 🙂
Wonderful Christine 🙂
My favourite part
“My precious words
catch the fury of your ire
and fall in ashes
to the ground
Unheard
Unrecoverable”
Thank you so much Bushboy! I always appreciate your support 🥰
🙂 🙂
Ah, Christine! This is excellent! 💞
Thank you my dear Punam 🥰
Very good poem.
Thanks Sadje☺️
A pleasure 🙏
Fabulous!
Thanks Di. I appreciate it ☺️