by P.R.Banks

This is one of my favourites. All but the third stanza flow so smoothly and easily off the tongue for me, and even the third isn't too bad.

You say it with such assuredness,
You say it oh so clear,
You say it as though you mean it,
even though I am not near.

You take everything I said,
You note it so carefully down,
And then you spin it in a web,
an ocean of words in which to drown.

And I need a liferaft or wood,
some way to stay afloat,
some way to buoy my flailing tongue,
to ease my choking throat.

But this is completely normal,
this is always the way,
the most important of things,
is always the hardest to say...

Philip R. Banks
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