Describing my unease by telephone,
despite the cellular efficiencies,
reduces plaintive murmurs to a drone,
describing my unease.

It’s not enough to bring me to my knees.
I wouldn’t sob or cry or even moan,
but talking doesn’t yield true empathies.

No matter what size sentiment I own,
expressed in whispered voice or verse decrees,
the bottom line’s I’m feeling it alone,
describing my unease.

(Roundel)