A peek into my soul

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

Badly.

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.

You resisted

And walked away

Saying nothing.

Because you saw nothing pleasant

To share.