I told you and you didn’t listen.
You wanted to see my soul.
You wanted to know where the poems came from.
I opened it for you
And you found yourself alone in the cold;
Alone with the trees at night,
Dubbing words for the wind
You found yourself
Alone with the bears,
The crying white faces,
The panther that lost its eye to it’s own claw.
And you felt dark hands
Dragging you further into chaos;
Further into me.
But you resisted
And saw light again.
And walked away
Because you saw nothing pleasant