No One's Seen You CryA Poem by kris reedWhat life's like when you never trust another (Oct. 2013)Here you’re past twenty-five And
only your parents have seen you cry You
hold your heart in shadowed forests And
sing alone to its myelonic chorus
You
think up and conceive these perfect arms You
paint up an idea of family and farm But
you’re not telling yourself the truth You
don’t have the gifts and couth
You’re
a child of fear Grown
young beyond your years You
cower with your dungeoned soul Split
hairs as age takes its toll
You
are worthless clay The
accumulation of scared days You’ve
avoided the lessons that promote growth In
favor of a six-year old’s oath
Others
see a handsome man Free
from civil bindings that rattle plans But
you have seen through the mirror To
the coffined child who’s free for terror
You
are guided by feelings that numb And
come from minds that suck their thumb You
want to pretend that you’re all grown up That
you can hold another and fill their cup
But
you are only telling lies You’re
consumed by darkness as you swat at flies Your
actions are not moving forward They’re
treading shadows of memories ignored
You’ll
never face what scares And
forever hide in callowed lairs You’ll
dream of the girl who pulls you from your youth Into
laughter and into sleuth
But
these are the fancies of a tender mind They
never come to those who whisper kind They
are taken by those who lust And
keep stagnate you slowed by dust
You
cannot shake free from what you’ve become Or
you’d turn into the oppressing scum You’d
rather die than become your nightmare An
incubus that keeps you ensnared
So
watch your seasons and futures pass As
you wait every moment until your last Now
you’ll face what you never birthed And
curse your life tilled into earth
These
precious moments you let slip away For
the sins of others you would not pay Now
look at your gray-haired loves of fantasies Those
arms and smiles you never pleased
All
because you were afraid to cry Be
held by another and let out your sighs You’ve
only proven you never loved Or
found out what life was made of © 2013 kris reedAuthor's Note
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