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A Troubling Taciturnity |
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What would you have me speak of?
What would you have
me say?
Are you interested in my thoughts
Or just
intrigued by the way
I sometimes sit in silence,
My veiled eyes fixed within
As I look back on searing
scenes
From places I have been?
Do you really care
why I brood?
Would you like to share this mood?
Do you
truly want to come with me...
Live these things I can't
help but see?
They've been inside me for so long
In the private places of my soul
They're now an integral
part of me
And cannot be so easily told
To someone
who does not know
How such terrible things came to be
Though I long to purge myself of them
So that I can once
again be free.
I beg you to have a little patience,
And wait for just a bit more
Until the day I can come to
you
To share what makes my heart sore.
Please...
never, never, ever think
These are secrets I wish to
keep;
If I could, I'd give them all away
In exchange
for dreamless sleep.
So, for now, and just a while
longer
... Hopefully, not for eternity,
With your
patient understanding
I must maintain this taciturnity. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2004
Listed
April 5, 2011 |
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