Revisiting A Graveyard. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Your interests bore as the sun roars.
The sleeping giant awakes in a burning fire.
With dimension crossed I can I already see what you think.
Lead him along like a long lost stray and maybe he won't notice.
The tell tale signs that define.
You are not ready, no not just yet.
Confessions are something a priest desires.
But with you words of half truths, they are somethings I can already tell.
Like how deep you dig.
How invested are you?
Just another glittery stone that catches the eye.
At least till something better comes by.
But gripped with this understanding it must not be prolonged for any of the parties involved.
All emotions dissolve.
Numbness and abruptness rise to the forefront of the tongue.
Speak now, for they will be no holding the peace.
Pain long forgotten, just a kids a wound of someone trying to get close.
Another chasing ghost.
As if I didn't have enough hauntings.
And on occasion skeletons loose in the closet do rise.
If only for a second the heart does die.
A silence of beats, a sign of multiple defeats.
Trying to hide these wounds the best I can.
Trying to keep my past out of the van.
But sometimes I must revisit these unmarked graves.