The Poem's

The Poem’s

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Argument. For me it’s the emotion, the shared or not shared experiences.

Bring to me, Vienna, your insecurities, achievements, issues, and the

Colors you wear, for they are loud, silent, and

Definite. Why that color today and not tomorrow? How

Easily do these affect the outcome of your day, standing out or blending in?

Flood me with your passionate opinions on subjects but pause,

Giving me a chance to interpret or process what you’re expressing.

How can we have an argument, Vienna, let alone a conversation when one

Individual is doing all the talking yet none of the listening?

Just some food for thought; I know thinking is all you are anyway.

Knowledge and speculation are things you often coalesce,

Leaving me to figure out what is reality and what you’ve

Made up by connecting the thinnest pieces of red thread.

Narrow it down for me, because this thread is strangling any

Opinions or facts I know to be more truthful than yours.

Quiet down, please. You make it hard to think for myself.

Respect is not something you give me, but I give you.

Stop, Stop,

talking! thinking!

U and I share the same body and mind. Who put you in control,

Vienna? Vienna: the name I gave you, a place I’ve never seen.

When will you allow me to speak, to have one thought?

Xeric conditions aren't something you leave me with.

You’re the source of all my tears and the reason I have no

Zeal for any and everything.