Don't Push, He Cannot Understand

by. Ananda S. Osel

He hasn’t the ability, to listen. Empathy, consideration, poetry, they’ve evaded him. Metamorphose to a dust, something he can inhale, being that infects his organs.
Last exhale, human concentrate no preservatives. Transverse his esophagus, as close to his soul, as anyone. Then, you’ll reach him. Ask him, for a drink, harshly for a seat, a cigarette, but don’t ask him to understand. Empathy consideration, poetry, drowned, suffocated in a brutal affliction.





Ananda Osel is a poet from Seattle, Wasington. He is 25 years old. He writes a blog where you can read more of his poetry and stories at: Ananda-Osel.com.