Airtight

the pressure's at bay.
silence is a rare thing in a dense medium
voices have not yet traveled to far to sully your good name.
please leave my sight and I'll be sure to stay silent for longer then I once planned.

sonnets have yet to explore such empty thoughts.
and poems never did bring justice to halted laughs.
weary eyes can't see through walls
just as simple minds can't see through completion

half built bridges seldom speak of burning cities.
what matter is it if I am not able to express a thought with out ridicule
or be damned for the lack of opinion.

the deaf are not damned for their lack of hearing.
nor the blind for their lack of sight.
lastly not the mute for their lack of speech.

can we not be ignorant of ability?
why can we not turn a blind eye?
and seek only a fresh breath of air
to worry only of expanding our lungs and not our minds.


I was born to live.
not think about living.