Conversing Commitment

The enamor of conversation,
Is completely beyond my control.
I feel; although it's benign,
Contemplation has lost its spark.

Thinking deeply before speaking,
All is well; even somewhat controversial.
I do understand the purpose,
Yet the true meaning is obscured.

Obscured by all who enrage it,
Devouring the very thought of thought.
In the matter, there of, caused by silence,
The conversation ends abruptly.

In the conclusion of each sentence,
The thoughts cease; they were silenced.
Committed by an emotional agenda,
Yet ignored by a simple breath.

The ending words, though words in fact,
Complete the pointless, though purposeful commitment.
The conversing is done; though voices are still heard,
And all is well again, until someone drops the bomb once more.

-Elizabeth Harris-

(Just being experimental. =]])