Member Poem

It happens
Then repeats itself
That exudate of character
Display of non-display
That judgement terms cowardice,
The paralysis of speech
That would have aired the mind
Revealed intentions
Saved the pain
That renders company to misunderstanding
Why?
This strange species,
Why do they tuck the tail
Sprint with no backward glance.
Why?
Do they never realise,
That eye-opening conversation
Stands highly appreciated, preferred
To the darkness they dish out,
Leaving one to wonder, never knowing
Whether to be angry or proffer excuses.