Learn to Listen

It's my mind that tricks me;
I write poems
In the sound of silence
No one ever reads.
How do I know anyway
What is real?
Somebody done someone wrong;
Doesn't the world already have enough tears?

Beyond my silence,
Tension related problems.
I follow my nose
Wait for the eyes to blink;
The ritual works for awhile

Some things have reason
And unshakable order.
The sound of pressing business
Is always crisp and clear;
Not shy at all.

Sometimes I reason;
Try to think things through.
Conversation is broken;
My thoughts pelted to shadows;
Brings me to the edge

Finally I just wonder;
Lesson my pain by wondering.
This satisfies my need
Of re-assurance.
I'm unenthusiastic about words;
I plan
A change of thoughts.
Maybe I need
To lean more on God.