All the things - A poem |
All the things I cannot say I let decay Within For no one to see I let them be. To set them free Would set me up, Would invite what I wish not To hear. What I fear Are the words said to my ear Or behind my back. The chances come and go. I stay still, I speak no ill, Let others fill The gaps in between, So I remain serene, Never to be seen. Into the shade I fade. The sun burns holes Into those Who disclose Too much of their souls. In the dark There is no love, no sorrow, No yesterday or tomorrow. There are no grand places, No exciting spaces, No edges to trip over. When I do take a step too far There they are, Those who cry, Those left behind. I don’t mind In that moment, that instant But then, after some time My crime, Mine alone, I see how I’ve betrayed, How far I’ve strayed From the promises I may have made To those Who never should have been Let in, Into my life, my heart. My idiocy was never smart. The way to stay together Is not to be apart. Alone I remain For fear that once again My so-called love might Take flight And I’ll have left behind Open wounds and eyes blind, Heavy hearts and a crazed mind. So I let decay The words I might want to say, The glances I might seek And let those I fancy get away To save them from my claws And myself be forgotten evermore For to love and hurt I wish no more. |