Grain

I’m not here to make a change
neither to speak up.
I stand in a row
do what I’ve been told.
I’m not here to explain
neither to give lessons.
I follow the crowd
do what I’m expected.
I’m not here to tell you what to do
neither to judge your mistakes.
I’m a grain of sand
nobody will notice me.
I’m not here.
I’m here to speak my truth
compose every piece.
I’m here to express my feelings
show the pain in every word.
I’m here to voice my thoughts
hidden between verses.
I’m here
I’m not here though.

© W. Donovan

Inscrutable

Hold my hand
and I’ll tell you
what is in my soul.

Give me a hug
and you’ll become
the only one
I can think of.

Lie down with me
on the ground
firm like a glass
you cannot see through
it’s inscrutable.

Hold my hand
while I won’t hold yours
flow beneath the surface
only thinking of it
when you give me everything
I give you nothing.

© W. Donovan