Me

Me By Darmok  12/14/01 The sign says we’re not open so don’t look for me, all the doors are closed and the shutters battened tight. There’s no show or mystery inside for anyone to see, just go away, stay away, leave me be. For Pete's sakes, are you back again, peddling, your mantras and passing tracks, advise for the lost and hope for the found, knock –knock there goes that sound. The sound of the siege, the gathering of arms and souls that would open these doors and see for themselves the circus clown, the madman, the dreamer lost in a blanket under his bed. Turn off the lights if you must come in, I don’t need to see you nor you I, what of it anyway.  I’m nothing to look at, nothing to love or take home to mommy.  Scared and broken, that’s me.  Just keep back! Have a cup of black tea or just sit there and help bleed me. In the dark, you’re no different from me, you can’t see my insides the misery of me.  So why did you come, can’t you read, the sign says we’re closed, there’s nothing to see. Perhaps you can’t read, don’t see the sign, the darkness doesn’t matter,  nor scare the blind. But you are not blind, nor voyeur be, see not  the misery, the misery that is me.  What was that, ‘twas so unfamiliar… Was not a blade or slap of flesh, Was that  you, love….a caress? You….. touched me, Me. This verse is an accumulation of insights from several reads of different authors within allpoetry. It is not a picture of anyone in particular, but represents all that I have gleamed from listening to the many voices ringing out their laments of despare, depression, struggles and hope. Not all are reachable, but there are some waiting to be touched by love. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 07:23 PM PST, Darmok    spiritual