Hollow empty words.

Daily words dribbled from our locked mouths,

Pre programmed smart phone mouths,

Borrowed knowledge mouths,

Teacher knows best mouths,








From our front of house heads,

Our high five minds.


In the back of the warehouse,

Where we store our fears,

Our tears,

Our powder fuelled,

Power years,


With our come alive words,

No pretences, or fences,

Free for all,

The best words,


this is what I mean as I staple the note to your forehead words,

The words that punch and slap you awake,

Slice offence,

For slicing offences sake.

Pull down the barrier, break down the gate.

I love you more than I can say,

Till all is nothing and no more.

I hate you, right down to the pits and the black of my very core.

I am really struggling, trapped behind this acceptance door.

I am sorry for all that I have done, it was my fault, I am to blame, I deserve this chain guilt and this iron weighted shame.

Well done I am so proud of all you have achieved,

We believed.

The rest is just 9 to 5.

Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler

One thought on “Words

  1. This puts me in the scenario of a man and wife struggling to find stability. Not sure what you are detailing here but damn, the emotions resemble some pretty intense fights I’ve experienced before. Took me right there again.


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