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