In stanzas and in lines
truth in fiction told
where affection rules
and governs the lives
of so many of us;
how can I decipher?
the meaning of these
words that waste not
want not to be understood?
ah, the fallacy of the argument;

In poetry and in prose
meanings hidden made
even made up within
encrypted statements
this, a demonstration;
and yet how could we run?
from these silences
that echo not what we are
but a distortion of
and a broken image of how we feel;

In words and in voices
spoken or sung
real, imagined
desired or bereaved
all, looking back;
this line that I've traced
questions why information
is veiled and vague
when we could
be so much better frank.

Author's Note: Fictionpress doesn't like my formatting.