SENSES

My senses remain extremely acute.

I hear all that is spoken

and all that remains unsaid.

I see all that is obvious

and all that does not move.

I feel all that I can put my hands on

and all that cannot be reached.

I speak all that you can hear

and all that is said in silence.

I smell all aromas that surround me

and all that comes without a scent.

I understand all that has been

presented to me,

but the truth lies

in what hasn't been said.




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Shana Alexander's picture

What a great point you made in the final two lines:
"the truth lies
in what hasn't been said."

That is soooo true. You can't look at what a person says you must look at their actions. Words are meaningless without actions to back them up. Very good poem!