John Westlake

260. The Book Of My Mistrust - Poem by John Westlake

Carefully I add your name
to the black covered book of my mistrust
and there the record will remain
until long after I am dust

Every time you tried to hurt me
and every time you lied
has been set down in the gold pages
they are still damp from all the times I cried

On this occasion it took a long time
there was so much I had to write
every incident was noted
it nearly took me the whole of the night

The book seems to be growing bigger
after every single entry
seems it's hungry for more to be written
so much more anger it wants to see

The weight is now becoming a problem
as it is getting heavier as it expands
I remember the early days
when in used to fit in my hands

Maybe I should just build a fire
and throw it on top of the flames
it would be so nice to end it all
and never remember their names

As the blaze dies down eventually
no more will be me or my book of mistrust
instead there will be ashes
which will end up as a pile of dust

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Comments about 260. The Book Of My Mistrust by John Westlake

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/25/2015 3:15:00 PM)

    A thought provoking poem on death shared in this forum. Wisely penned and shared definitely....10 (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 30, 2015

[Report Error]