the old man ...his secrets

I sat and listened to the man with the moustache and belly

he spoke of secrets

he spoke of emotions

he said he showed his real self to me

he said he was alone

he said he couldn't tell the world

he said he was afraid

we shall always be persecuted, we shall always be afraid.

I told him i felt guilty

he said that it meant that i had something still alive in me

he called it the good part

the good parts that dwindle with time

and leave us with apathy and despair.

He kissed me on the cheeks

and so i left and took the train

wishing that he was with me.

Reviews

[Ice QueenJen]

A very interesting poem of how one views the world. I like that part where he told you that by feeling guilty it meant a part of you was still alive. Sometimes things in life can bring us down,but even with time they can depart from us. I will go and read more of your writing, I am sure it is just as good as this one.

[An owl on the moon]

What a profound, moving journey into the mind and heart of another... Our lives are connected, and yet so isolated... you capture this sense so very well....

[J. J. Nightingale]

He gave you part of Him .. and you left being more than you were ..

Good write .. I like ! .. Jazz

[recantichize]

beautiful and insightful.