Something drops away
A tear, a tear, a rip of fabric unsewn
Leaving me open, vulnerable, alone
I shy away, withdraw
Into myself, my shell, my home
A castle, bridge drawn up,
Moat filled, arrows drawn
Stop!
Or I'll shoot!
Stop!
Or I'll cry!
Stop!
Or we'll die
All together, all apart, all the things
In my heart.
My heart screaming stop
Silently echoes.
Wander ghosts.
You spectral shades,
Of past, present, future
Mistakes I have/will/am made
Make and making.
Take my echo and play them back to me.
The drawbridge stays up
I invite you into my secret garden
I tell you truths
You decipher the words repeated
I do not say.
Published by authorstew
C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca
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