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I BLAB SOMETIMES AND IāM SORRY
Time after time, I open wide my buccal cavity and make soundsā¦
I produce words and melodies pleasing to my own hearing,
But they don't hold much meaning to me until I lay down at sundown.
Then I reflect on all the things Iāve uttered during the sunny day,
Only to discover that I have issued the 'issues of life and death.'
The good book says the power of life and death is in the tongue,
So I opine that the tongue doesnāt just produce sound until the heart beckonsā¦
Many times, I say things I donāt mean, and vice versa.
I blab with the last drop of strength in me,
Lavishly spending more than the day requires.
I feel like I should do things differently, but I canāt seem to help it.
I grow tired of myself. Please, what can I do to salvage this sound-making opening of mine?
I resolve to silence, but it doesnāt last, and soon words are jumping out again.
Help me, please. My mouth is draining life out of me.
Please help me deal with this untameaā¦ 0 reply
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