I once faced this world bound and cast in a pit
of despair.
Words saved me.
I do not claim poetry,
it has claimed me for good
or worse.
The ache with in pounds upon my soul
seeks absolution through its complaint,
those observed moments of life
where truth
meets the lie.
As oil and water separate,
knowing the difference
contradicts.
What I feel is not given to know.
You would not understand.
You would walk along the sandy beach
looking only at the placid surface
of that which is me beneath the waves.
Never knowing the depths.
Never knowing the leviathans there.
My greatest fear is that
there is more.
Something in the dark depths of me
that must be,
should be written.
My greatest fear is that you will never
Reach out and grasp a drop of this water.
These salty tears that would give meaning
to the poetry
I was given to give.
The fear that you will pass by these words and
they will die
as each sunset does,
never to be seen again.
Will you
remember only the sunset?
©2011, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 