Duet
Written May 31, 2025
And he taunts me,
fully haunts me,
says what he wants me
to spill
on a page
All my wisdom from age
Well, hard fought,
Conquered, won
Yet my life's just begun
Anew, focused.
Do, do come in,
Water's fine,
How you been?
Share with me
What, how, where, when
You first felt it,
The pulse,
It's electric.
Felt, started talking.
Since when
Do you offer
Safe shelter? To me?
Who even does that
these days?
I stop, listen, stare
At the text on the page
on my phone.
At my age
I damn well know better
Than bite at the morsel
You stage....
Yet I fall,
Falling still
Into the night's thrill
As my heart begins
Pouring out rage.
Rage of passion,
unbridled suppression
Submitting,
I linger, assuage
All my demons, my hopes,
Inhibitions in front of
Anonymous stage.
And I sit,
And I think,
Mind's gone blank,
Face gone pink
Pink with knowing,
Yet uncovering truth.
Truth so real,
It just guts me,
feels like a freight train
On wheels,
Ripping me wide,
Bare, wide open,
Awaiting dreams only spoken
In hushed tones,
huskily,
All alone.
On I drone, move along
To my Hope's deepest song
All the while
With a smile.
Turn the page.
At this age, I am broken,
lost, scared, unfounded,
before, this, before you,
what is this?
Starting to feel,
to wake up
these parts of me,
plunging far too deep
to be known again by man,
Yet I stand somehow,
head will not bow again.
healed, bound by devotion
To my angel, my life,
My heart's core.
But want more,
I need more
Of an anchor,
To roam, stretch,
To savor and share
by the rays
of the sun.
What I bare of myself,
uncaged, releasing self
from all of the guilt
and the pain,
letting shower fall
cleansing, like rain
as I lean against wall
once again
Raw, true and kept
Pure from danger,
from strangers and
All of Life's whims,
churning, spins.
Lone survivor of
All of the crazy,
the Insane, yet bearing
The sad with a smile
And a tear for awhile
Longer. Just a little longer.
For the juice is
Well worth the squeeze
Of me, as long as I'm
True to me,
My heart's song
will still come along,
harmonizing with
newfound Duet.
Hold me, please,
keep me close,
Soothsayer me,
Love All of me,
what's not on display.
Battered and scarred,
wizened and strong,
yet along the way,
Bid you stop.
Please. Just stay awhile
Longer,
Today I found mirror
Of me. You really do see
What I am.
And cradle me
Tight anyway.
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OK, y'all have been kind enough to "hear me out"& n stuff, so let me know whatcha think, if I've rattled yer cage, voiced a shared thought or concern, or if you're gonna attain Enlightenment upon reading these DEEP THOUGHTS, or if ya think I'm just plumb WACKO--but please be decent in your expression of your sentiments, there's no need to sling mud, unless we're in POTTERY CLASS or at the BEACH! Thanks for reading n stuff...Laters!