Who would dare to unveil,
Memories I cast into deepest corners of my mind,
Coiled up like tightly wound springs,
Hidden from prying eyes,
For fear of them bursting free.
I am a wild flowing river,
Capable of flooding this great city of life-
I’d sooner drown silently in the swells of sorrow,
Than make islands of us all.
I keep a close watch on defending my rights,
Hold a blind stare,
Through history I unwrite,
In a fortress, I guard zealously,
With violent pride, these wine-soaked days.
Sometimes I swipe the earth from beneath my feet,
Fall free through thin air and,
I dream of a soft pillow,
That might catch me.
Though there’s no comfort inside of this fortress,
Tears fall like rocks from my eyes,
The landslide of my pillow,
Fits the contours of my face, smothers me,
Seals me in my place like a sarcophagus.
How will you know my heart?
If not too tender to touch,
Pulsing the life through these veins,
To stand guard, over all I love and all I cannot.