North & South Poem by Gina Van Wolf

Running around these secrets
wondering when they'll leave
something's coming in the storm
something I can't see.

Holding onto darkness
trying to breathe light
I'm growing so much stronger
but tire of the fight.

You grow a little poorer
and I grow much in wealth
despite what I say
I can't deny what I felt.

Excuse me Sir
spare me one more glance
I'll take any of your looks
even if only by chance.

I've covered all my feelings
locked them up inside
I've hidden away so much
I'm hostage to my mind.