John Allen Richter
They Know Not - Poem by John Allen Richter
Words, like rain drops, come as spear tips -
ripping through the softness of my soul.
Yet I lay still - waiting for an end -
motionless - accepting the pain's fullness.
Quietly I will ride the storm -
keeping it's secrets inside - letting them
fall into my ripped, gaping wounds.
And when others say -
...... walk this way....
it is only here I shall lay -
For only blood forgives.
And they - minstrels of themselves -
will drink it in ignorance,
lapping away my love.
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