Alongside the river I walk in lone
As the stream whispers in my ear it's soft waves
And the birds sing with me
The woodpecker heals my woundsAnd I hear the bells of anklets
Now I know I'm not alone anymore
I take a step to the rhythm
And see a graceful dancing girlI could feel my heart beating fast
I watch her sync to the rhythm ,
I close my eyes and hear the bells chime
I can feel some culture in the rineHer anklets shatter off
Into the river or very far away
I felt something I should never have
She cried; but I just saw her , cluelesslyI let her heart bleed
I let her drown in it
So I taped it; burned it; and locked it away
She was but a young little hopeI thought of showing her a world
She would never have seen
Louder than her soft and luxurious eyes
Spoke the fearful muted silence that cries...Only to realise that I was too late
Held her inside me for too long
Now she's broken, she cannot be tapped anymore
Just a shoulder to lean on...
...That I need

YOU ARE READING
Disguised Into Me
PoetryShould I let her out? Or should I just hold her in till someone comes and warms her? Will it be too late? Am I too late? . . .