Road Trip

The hum of the engine
The tires on road
Radio singing
But silence untold

 

Searching for language
Rosetta stone
Sitting with you 
Yet I feel so alone

 

Digging for diction
Straining to speak
To strengthen a bond
That from birth has been weak

 

If I don't begin
What will you spew
You could say many
But I think of few

 

How I tense 
Yet calm my blood
When jaws unhinge
And loose a flood

 

Bracing for 
My next rebuke
Or words so bland
And water luke

 

I long to be honest 
But plan out my speech
To feed off your pain
Like a guilty black leech

 
 

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