Nothing Left To Say

By Stone Bryson

Too many years of cigarettes,

too many months of sound,

too many weeks of searching and yearning

for things that can’t be found.

Too much time spent on hoping

for a life just out of reach,

too much effort spent buying into

the lies they’re taught to teach.

Why do I bother to open my mouth

when it’s all been said before,

it is so frustrating to try to explain

to a pack of lock-tight doors.

To hoist the black flag in an all out war,

a temptation that won’t go away,

why do I bother to open my mouth

when there is nothing left to say.

Too many hours wasted on Christ,

too many spiritual plays,

too much desire given to visions

that reach into the grave.

Too many losses of too many dreams,

too many futile turns,

too many acts wasted on people

who give nothing in return.

Why do I bother to open my mouth

to speak to an abysmal void,

the lessons I’ve learned throughout these years

are impossible to employ.

No one is listening and I don’t care if they are,

no reason to explain,

I’m no going to bother to open my mouth

when there is nothing left to say.

Copyright © 2003 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written June 2000

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