Flood Me

Today in the
slow fade generation,
who really talks
?
Most things said are
lost in
this mist;
it's heavy and dark with a flooding
dread
Words that never felt a
single sun ray
in their whole life
Removed from God's grace
cold,
bred from deception, lacking
heart;
whatever meaning is only
code from every dead, lost
language
compiled into a paragraph with no
punctuation

Today there's always
an ulterior motive so
the insight of our words, words
that we use through
conversation,
is lost.
We don't trust each other from the beginning,
so when can we start?


Later Days, Longer Nights