Treasure Island

Vida Nenadic


Do Not Blame Me


Do not blame me
for not jumping out of my skin,
for not reading the unwritten
for not hearing the unheard.

Do not blame me
for remaining silent about my pain,
believing that there was no one
to share it with.

Do not blame me
for not being able to see the unseen
for not writing anything
for not running away
slightly earlier
from that scaffold.

Do not blame me
for not been patient,
for not been able to smell
what was bringing the new day,
for allowing the dream
to take you away.

Do not blame me
for not getting there later,
for not getting there at all.
It was for the best, trust my soul.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, October 01, 2013

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