Poem: Wasted Words

Wasted Words

Thoughts and feelings aired out to dry.
Invisible... so not really in existence.
Full of meaning, but chosen to be ignored.
What's the point?
What are their chances of being processed?
It's not looking good.
Floating freely, wearily about the room.
Have they been heard? ...Not this time.
Fading, fading in the distance.
Materializing into something they weren't meant to be.
Recognizable no more.
Fallen on deaf ears.
...Gone
Maybe next time.
Maybe never... probably never.
It's never been a priority.
Wasted words... location unidentified.

Dana