Confessions
(…my first poem written in a few months, I spent the past three months away from home, out of Canada and wanderlusting in Minnesota, my thoughts are still gathering…)
Confide in me not, softly spoken poem
Reprise not this song that I cannot find the strength to sing
I’ve been running steadily for quite some time
Confide not in me, turn away to somewhere else
Seek not redemption through me
I write to the tune of a songless bird
Still searching for rhythm, still longing for melody
So forgive me this time, if I flounder throughout my days
This hope is hopeless, as is a prayer in atheist skin
And the way things were
And the way things are now
Agnostic bones shuffle here again, and here I shuffle ever so again
Turning deaf ears not
I am no one with the right words spoken
So speak not here into my ears have fallen deaf
Not for a lack of empathy but for a refrain of dignity
This is all a race, and I am running out of breath saving it for others
Who take it without question; take it because it’s there
Take it without restraint
I’ve been spent many times over, so confide in me not
I’ve got no ponders but my own
In these confessionals, in my book of poetry
In my book of memory
I’ve got no lack of apathy, but my empathy is running tired
And life’s dramas and grand comedies sometimes get to the best of me
I’ve traveled from here, to here, to anywhere
Walking roads with no end in sight, endless nights of dreamless sleeps
Picking up on emotions like a satellite dish
So forgive me once again, if I crash down from my travels, my confessions have run me tired
I write to the tune of a songless bird
So excuse me again if I fuck my dreams astray for another night
For another moment
I’ve got no answers, only questions
Sleepless nights here with questions of my own
-Jon Powder-