I never said to you no.
That I felt it and let it go.
Things you wouldn’t know
inside me tend to grow.
If archers strike correctly,
if I tend speak indirectly.
Ask would I come respectfully
where we arrive ineffectually.
Construct we can a bond
let not my arms beyond
where they grasp so strong
for where I would belong.
An arms reach I never said,
no I would talk with dread,
about ghosts that are fed
and locked deep in my head.
Instead I would laugh about
scream, holler and shout.
About the things that clout
as a broken heart comes out.
Beyond the wall of sound
is where I will be still found.
Choking the serenity drowned
with no reply I seep down.
Down that way once before
where by my head I left a door.
Where you are no more.
So I strided upon the floor.
Pounding rift raft up the street
in tune with my own clanging feet.
So I might perspire and bleed
frown’s showing what I did defeat.
Though the bliss never found,
though we stand not on ground,
but where shallow waters drown,
only our heals covered right now.
