
I dreamt of you last night
Make your life a poem.
I dreamt of you last night
Imprisoned
four glass walls around you.
Like an exhibit in a museum
exposed for mocks.
Four walls around you
nowhere to hide.
Everything
has been taken away from you
though you thought
you’ve already got nothing.
Everything
gets a hundred times worse.
You thought you weren’t free before?
It’s come like a wave of fear
taking what it wants
taking what belongs to it.
I won’t give it away
just like that.
I would only if
it was my own decision.
I won’t give it away.
Everything
I’ve got in my mind
I’ve got in myself.
Where would it go?
Who would take it all?
© W. Donovan
Does it mean I won’t see you again?
There’s only silence between us
filling our ears.
Only silence
brings us together.
Speaks to us
like nobody else.
Only silence is between us
filling our mouths.
Only silence
makes us strangers.
Shows us
who we really are.
Only silence is between us
filling our hearts.
Only silence
© W. Donovan
Sometime in Whitby