The gift
Master, I keep all the hurt inside
in fetal style I lie at night
attempting so to hide
Sometimes it leaks in tears
sometimes in pain
I walk the streets in silence
hidden by the pouring rain
Was I fooled by the stare in your eyes?
Or did I get lost in a web of sweet lies?
The words allow the avenue to steer
the self created torture
I have created so to feel
I don't know where to find the peace you give
for I find I run in circles
in attempting now to live
Please come back to fool me again
Drown me in your love
Whatever price I have to pay
I cut and bleed inside, divert how much
I crave and miss the healing
brought about by just your touch
I hope my telling only proves to tell
how deeply I am impacted
in the being I call you.
Grazie.
I am my own Minotaur in my private laberith