What My Words Did

I couldn’t sleep until I wrote it

My brain wouldn’t let me.

And I couldn’t live until I spoke it

My heart wouldn’t let me.

It’s a tune I can’t drown out.

So why don’t I feel relief?

My Shadow

Walks across the room without me.

I wonder if they can see it too

Now that they know the truth 

Or is it just me?

Have I let this consume me?

Could it be

I thought the flowers were black

And they were yellow all along?

And all this time 

I was preparing to write a sad song?

Or is it all an illusion?

And they’ve painted a face on their backs

To shield me from the rain,

But when the sun comes out,

I’ll see their smeared faces

And I too will know the truth.

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