An Answer You Don’t Want

An Answer You Don’t Want

Why do you write?
What is the need to write?
Your first book didn’t sell…!
You indulged in this nonsense once,
Now I won’t back you for another…!
Bickering. Bitterness.
Isn’t that a wonderful response your spouse gives you?
When you tell him of your dream.
When did we get so good at this?
Causing each other pain.

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Unnecessary arguments they say…
Really? Is that really so?
Nobody is interested you say.
But how much interest do you show in my work?
Mostly insensitive and defensive
That’s how they are;
Our arguments.
Now the quarrels have lulled and grievances have been aired.
But the sting and snap of your words still remain.
Etched in my soul.

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At the argument’s end
I’m left with this muddy chasm
Of your malcontent
With the memory of your uncherished words
A spontaneous outburst;
Spoken in haste and anger;
Yet each so vividly demeaning,
Supported by vehement arguments.
My canvas is the same as yours; white with a solid surface.
Made to fill with shapes and patterns of varying sizes.

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The only difference is that
You use more logic and practicality
And I…
I use colour, dreams and words.

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