Irrelevant

Sometimes it pains me to speak. The sound of my voice to my years sounding accidental irrelevant and insincere.
At least with writing i can get somewhat near, to what i originally intended.
Its there for all to see.
Agree or disagree.
Very few get offended by a poem, it doesn't follow you around.
Pointing out your mistakes ,telling you where salvation can be found.,
Talking is often ruthless debate or monologue.
, or a peekaboo style of dialogue .
Now you see me ,now you don't,
now i will listen ,now i wont.
Bullet points and soundbites.
A quick rejoinder haha haha.
Can anyone remember what was said.
Its gone into the air, its essence dissipated.
But the poem is essence crystalized.
Inscribed by pen to paper.