Shall I Remain In Quite Concealment? Poem by Colm Hayes

Shall I remain in quite concealment?
Taking solace the night marches on till end
Dark days long past in forgotten torment
Let all new woe into blind memory ascend

Or dream of waking from this sleep
To risk it all on a bad beat hand
For what living in this is there to keep
When mere solitude inhabits this land

But I, chanced to have met you again
Am spurred once more to take action
For it’s apathy that makes cowards of men
And pride acts only as distraction

Yet I must remain with what is known
Alone, for fear of being alone