For my feelings on the shelf?
No.
I’m not holding out because of them.
Or maybe I am.
That I do not want to show them?
Yes.
Bashful… that’s what I am.
So overcome with this timid manner.
How could I bear my heart so?
But there’s something more.
That we have potential to last.
So is it forever I fear?
Yes. But I don’t fear forever will come.
Just the looming sense
That a long time in itself
Is part of forever.
I always wish for forever.
Eternity to indulge in lusts,
To quench my every thirst,
To fulfill my every want and desire.
Except this? Do I want it?
I don’t wish it forever.
I don’t understand why…
Why I hold back,
Why I stay reserved,
Why I keep distant,
Why I remain alone.
Yet I don’t want to be alone.
That is just what I think I need.
But what I need is more important
Than what I want, right?
Because what I want is not what I need.
I don’t need what I want.
But still wanting…
Should pathos conquer logos?
This time is it right?
This time do I follow my feelings,
Despite my fear of letting them loose.
How can I let them go.
So attached to my own self.
What am I afraid of?
© 2003 bounce.to/blacklabb
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