Honest Counsel

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Nov 12, 2011.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Sometimes I think
    I cannot tell the difference
    between sadness and anger.
    I grieve, I despair,
    I rage and think on wrath,
    but it goes nowhere.
    Hurt me. I beg you.
    I will throw guilt upon myself for it
    and beg forgiveness
    on the world's weakest knees.
    Remember for me the way it was
    for you assure me
    I cannot remember properly myself.
    Teach me your truth.
    At times,
    I may even choose to believe it
    drink the effortless Kool-aid
    and meet myself in the mirror
    with a mouth blood red.
    Mostly my truth remains mine.
    Always I will keep my own counsel.
    Someday I may well
    close all the doors that matter,
    or find my feet
    and let them go where they will.
    And likely they will choose
    to softly walk elsewhere.
    What, in all the circles of hell,
    could make you think
    the loss is mine, not yours?
     
  2. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    Your poem expresses so much of how I have felt. Thanks for sharing with us
     
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