A Useless Plea Poem by maggie martin

Can you talk about it?
clever words will flow without meaning, a rapid stream of logic that disguises the empty soul
temporarily….
can you talk with me?
not about politics or the nightly news or a book, but of the inner longings of the heart, the fragilities of the ego, the hurts of the past that build the walls we live behind in safety, and longing…
If I tell you everything, really everything, will you hear me? or will you merely smile politely while your mind constructs a logical response?
how many souls have died from suffocation?
and how did I think I could rescue yours when I cannot revive my own