If I concentrate, focus extra hard,
I can see the blades of grass straining their way up to the sun
Feel the tiniest reverberation of each grain of sand as it lands at the bottom
You’d think it would make a difference but
Each interminable meeting ends in solutions with no project manager,
And my voice too small to speak.
And so it goes, each day, each week, month,
The years go by,
Empty promises filling empty pit,
Empty accounting and empty words
Silence eating me alive from the inside out
And I smile for you even as my last molar crumbles to dust