Gallantry or Cowardice?

And once more it's the awkward silence that wins.

It's more than I can do to keep talking.
Keep filling the silence.
I'm trying to shutup.
But you won't let me.

If I could only, just for a little bit keep quiet.
So you can see that I'm not a fool.
I'm not an incoherent imbecile.
But why is it that's all I'm reduced to?
Where's the power?
Where's the composure?
Where's the me that I've learned to recognise?

The me that you should have learned to recognise.

There's too much here.
Too much in the silence.
Why is it so guilty?

I think it's time for deliberation.
Deliberation and something, anything.
'Cause clocks are ticking and time's a-wasting.

So hush up for a bit.
Don't keep finishing the quiet because
I?
I won't stop you.
But for heaven's sake.
Awful, awkward silence?
Really?


[i disgust myself.
gah.]