I asked her
How she was.
Okay, she replied.
Inadequate, seemingly.
But that is a four letter word.
Okay.
And, as four letter words go,
This one is definitely loaded,
With more than meaning.
Nothing ever is Okay,
Especially if you’re answered with one.
It’s the stuff of nightmares.
Each, epic in proportion.
Needing purgation, through
The naming of the fears.
And so you find a friendly
Unsuspecting soul, and unleash
The weight of that okay…
Like matter, dark or otherwise,
It merely changes form, and
Leeches on the listener.
She said, she was okay.
And told me how much she wasn’t.
I understood.
Now I carry the weight
Of all she never can tell.
23 April, 2017
Day#23 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017. An other write that demanded expression.
April 24, 2017 at 12:49 am
Four-letter words are definitely loaded
Meanings behind secretly horded
But the silence of this lamb
Is like unwanted e-mail spam
Unopened, in Trash, but for days hoarded!
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April 24, 2017 at 8:01 am
Trust you to take this to a whole new wonderful level, Gulshan! Thank you!
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April 25, 2017 at 7:32 pm
The evasive, unsatisfactory ‘okay’ that abruptly puts an end to all further queries. Well expressed!
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April 27, 2017 at 1:12 am
Bindu, thank you… 🙂
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