My tale
Already written
Sight transfixed on the mirror
Expertly transcribing
Every wispy letter
šš
Initially blurry and
Difficult to interpret
The longer I force tired
Eyes to stare into my
Own steeled expression
The easier deciphering
Backward muddled text
Becomes
šš
Training myself to read
Between lines
Pick out pictures
Hidden in words
So I can render those
Hazy images faithfully
šš
Resetting my gaze
Opens up new chapters
In a secret chronicle
Unraveling as I study
šš
The surface is so
Easily read by any eye
Passing over
The meat and bones
The heart of the matter
Buried under pages of filler
One could spend days flipping
Reading nothing but
What was consciously prepared
For prying eyes
šš
I have spent a lifetime
Learning the language of
Stories untold
Watching pain on faces unfold
Like a map to the agonizing
Treasure hoard of my past
Cyphered and hidden in
Endless ordinary chatter
Jotted down on the
Blank sheets of my soul
šš
A journal of experience
A ledger bearing the
Accounts of days ripped
From the shiny
Vellum of my mind
Tattooed on my
Fragile, papery skin with
Ink distilled from
The essence of innocence
Drawn up as a shield
Hiding my reality
Even from me
šš
I long for the day
My story crescendos
~Fin~
My saga finally translated
Available in hard and paperback
šš
For all those
Who care to continue
To feign ignorance and disgust
There will be gasps of horror
Sobs and sighs
Escaping gaping open mouths
Into the night as a newborn
Infant screams
Wailing what I spent a lifetime thinking
Fallen on their knees in
False mourning for me
Printed in my casket of
Paper and binding
šš
My final request
To be clothed in authenticity
Without feeling the haunting gaze
Of truth despised
Hearing the angry hiss
Of the doubting crowd
I will be laid to rest
Unveiled and proud
šš
My life, a fable for all those
Bold enough to leaf
Through my pages and
Heed the warnings
Woven into the
Plot as it sings
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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