talking to the wall

I can hear the frustration in your voice
the receiving party grunts agreement
without truly understanding your point
or gaining ability to spew it back

This is the fifth time you have repeated
this is the fifth time they fail to understand
you prepare for the sixth regurgitation
hoping for the first sign of comprehension

The opacity of their vapidity
does not allow even the smallest pinhole of light
to pierce through the shroud of ignorance
with a single thought or glimmer

The dark blanket of their failure
manifests in the blankness of their stares,
clear-eyed but empty-headed
each little more than the brick.