Crying is blocked when others would or possibly could see it.
When it does happen, I’m almost always alone.
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Crying is blocked when others would or possibly could see it.
When it does happen, I’m almost always alone.
A sleeping guardian stirs
The alerted sentry opens an eye
Poems elusive,
poems that will never be:
tonight I mourn them
(On expression never served.)
A confidant asked me recently
(Gently, as is their way)
How, when I pick up that tool
I know when I’m finished
Sometimes
No, often
The words come of their own accord
Unsummoned
But still so welcome
I give them a home
A nest to rest in
…
Many anxious evenings
I want to burn every word I’ve written
…
Over a great bonfire of massive flames
Reaching for the atmosphere
Dreaming of visiting the stars
…
Words queued for release
Fatigue conquers expression
Return underground
Sunrise not yet here
Moon asks if they’ll die with me
Secret words hidden
My metaphors are odd, mismatched
My word choices are unusual, maybe nonsensical…
…crawling with shallow punishments… inflicted in anger and defiance of the norm, and refusal to accept its claims.