Two Poem by john wake

</>The look lasted seconds ago,
A hit then now a miss, gone with you as you go
Likes or dislikes where is the voice
How shall I know your choice

But should I hear, would you conspire?
Lately looks spy as you respire
Caged like the bird, that’s what I feel
But instead you wish I accept the deal
Letting you win am silent

Then acid spills from your skin,
And you words pin
Me, nothing left
I feel I should felt
So I speak

Now you don’t hear
Do you really speak you language, my dear.