Dangerous Times Poem by Frank (Black) Blacharczyk

It is a dangerous thing to be a lone voice
Living in this wilderness
Where do I find the time to say
I love you
I don't know why I don't… I hesitate
The touch of your hand slays me
I don't know what to say
There are no easy answers
In my dreams you were there and not there
I don't know where I'm going
Will you drive my car
We'll go on a road trip through my dreams
Maybe yours though risky too many questions
It is a dangerous thing to be a lone voice
Living in this wilderness
It is a difficult thing to tell the world
You have four flat tires and your driver is drunk

Frank Black Blacharczyk