poetry from voices
June 29, 2008 at 12:32 pm Leave a comment
This would date from the late 70s.
shades
i keep my shades drawn, these days,
though i’m not sure
i can say why (at times
i stand behind then, shyly and slyly
drawing them back just
enough to see)…
perhaps it’s much like the girl
who wanted my friendship
or perhaps even more; i
was lonely and needed touching, and yet
i drew away…wounding
her so that she turned from me,
never suspecting i desired
all she might give…
i walk past people, holding
my face still, my eyes averted,
my feelings
quite hidden…
and when finally
i force myself to speak
(voice rusty from disuse)
i rarely find hearers; but then,
i can convince myself
i don’t care, at all.
as, lonely, i hide
behind drawn shades,
closed doors.
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Glenn
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