Saturday, May 2

I can tell you

'Hello', says I,
To the world at large.
And then in a whisper
I say
'did you see me?'
And then I hide my eyes.

'Oh yes,' say I again,
To the audience I see before me,
'Oh, yes,' I whisper,
'I have come to tell you a story.'
And then quieter I say,
'But it's a secret so don't tell.'

And I look at the dead flowers
From last year,
And I look at the yellow grass,
And the naked tree,
And I say
'Can you hear me?'

'Because I'm about to tell you a story.'
And the tree sways,
And the grass stills,
And the flowers are dead;
So they don't move.
But it's been that way.
Since last year.

So I begin:
'This story is about me.'
I say to the nature,
'And it's about yesterday.'

My dog is inside,
And no one is listening.
Except for the trees,
And the grass,
And the dead flowers.
They can't really hear me,
Which is why I tell them the story.

'Yesterday,' I continue
To no one in particular,
'I cried really hard.
Yesterday I screamed.
Silently,
So no one would hear me.

'And I locked my door
So no one would see
The red around my eyes,
Like what happens when I cry.'
The tree sways,
And the grass stills,
And the flowers are dead,
So they don't move.

'And I screamed at the injustice,
Of everything I hate.
I screamed at the world
That I needed someone
To just hold me.
To ask no questions,
Just hold me.

'And I saw the picture of my father,
And I looked at his face
In the desk top picture,
And I screamed at him.
In pain.
Wishing he were there.
But the screams were silent.
So no one heard me.

'I want to keep it that way.'
I say to the audience.
'No one heard me,
And that's how I want it to stay.'
The tree sways,
And the grass stills,
And the flowers are dead
So they don't move.

And I tell them.
I tell the world at large.
The secret.
The secret pain,
That I screamed out.

And the tree
And the grass
And the flowers
Kept my secret silent.
Because they can't talk.
But I can.

And maybe now that I've told you,
The trees and the grass and the flowers
Can breath again,
Let off their loads,
And turn green again.
They've kinda been waiting a long time.

2 comments:

putznschmuck said...

I echo Karen's thoughts. Wow, I like this. Keep writing cause like the trees, the grass and the flowers. We are listening. :)

Ignominion said...

Sera?