The Story Of The Sharp Tongue Poem by RIC BASTASA

with the repetitive sound of sighs and symmetrical silence
the tongue has become sharp and it stabs hearts

it breaks open what has been closed all along and hidden
birds start breaking out from cages

and feathers are left as memories which somehow the one who is left
empty takes it to his heart and becomes his pen

the lonely man writes

with blood from his bleeding heart stabbed by the sharpness of his own
past

the sound becomes even more demanding like routine that you cannot refuse

and somehow the silence becomes irregular, asymmetrical taking the shape

of a scream, which the tongue most sharpened now
slices into dust

and this reaches to the conclusion that no matter how sharp the tongue can be

it too shall in the end turn into
dust..............................