A sum, year and year and year again,
fear after fear.
That icy tap in lonliness on a naked aching shoulder.
Finding the words that would have been the last,
picking out the prophesies.
Inside, the broken piece, irreparable
for fear of being lit by truth,
worse, being thieved away and
..the end.
Siren songs of comfort,
a settled life, the eternal echo of 'I love you.'
And all the knowing and all the hard won steel shushed.
The part that needs protection,
never heir to the throne lest something threaten, momentarily raises a small voice
to state regret.
But the rules are made and
..the end.
Push it back to the lepers' camp,
forget to dream of trust.
watch.
your.
step.
Inevitably, they'll come,
and must be met with resolve.
Hesitate, falter, and they aren't ousted so easily.
You've confused yourself.
It will happen again.
These lessons,
sweet or bitter?
Make a covenant to be soft and easy to wound
but chance it for the power of eternity,
or close everything away, hold it back, and let them slip their roses under the door?
Stop, rewind,
rethink it through.
Sonnets or safety?
Ghosts or demons?
You know the unnegotiable choice. You've known consequences.
The scars that throb when it rains false promises.
No risk, so
..the end.