Something to Say

One day I just stopped walking along this path.
Done was my search, I readied for the aftermath.
Built upon a wooded hill was a lone log cabin.
Guilt oozed from my skin, I alone will live within.
Before this time, there are noises I will make;
Doors will be closed, then my leave I will take.

To those few I knew in my youthful stage:
Do you understand, now, the reason for my rage?
Inside of me were words I couldn't relate.
Died long ago, those words, too hard to recreate.
Years have past with this tool in my hand;
Jeers to me, the fool, I see no one understands.

Teachers taught me the figures and the facts.
Reachers tried to snare me, to ride their tracks.
Neither of these have I ever subscribed:
Either I turned away, or made up some diatribe.
So to them I apologize for wasted attentions;
Go from me now, knowing you had the best intentions.

Liars and cheats circled me once in a while.
Entire schemes divulged, I admired their style.
Know here and now I pined to have you followed,
Though the truth is this, I found it hard to swallow.
Believe what I speak here before I am past:
Heave the fears off, I would have joined the cast.

Hiding in the fifth corner of every single room,
Sliding out the back, conjuring up my gloom.
These moods I invoked had some kind of reason.
Please forgive me, to tell you them would be treason.
Poems I have written might give you some clues;
Roam through them all, you, too must pay the dues.

For all of you I might have passed on by:
Poor am I, right now, for letting you fly.
Never did I look at you or say anything....
Severed any attempted ties, made you sprout wings.
Lost forever could have been my one and only;
Cost of my ignorance: forever deserving to feel lonely.

Binds made before me for which I've dearly paid:
Minds I couldn't control, memories that won't fade.
Because of this past I found something to write,
Flaws that angered me, discretions I had to cite.
Today is the day that I have something to admit:
Clay is all you were, I the only one to sculpt it.

Farewell to everyone who was inside my life....
Hell I've made it for all, like balancing on a knife.
Words won't heal the wounds I have inflicted.
Herd of confessions, neither, would have those burdens evicted.
There is left to do the actual taking of my leave....
Bear in mind my legacy.... think before you commit to grieve.

Go on to Utopian Woman

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