I Once Wrote Some Poems

I once wrote some poems of stillness and silence

Standing by rivers of reflected light

My thoughts were on being loved and yet unloved, too

I surrendered to the warmth of the night

And now I feel like dying

And if the water were still here, it would

Hold me close

I once wrote a poem while walking on gravestones

As cobbles, rain and tears lashed down my face

I then felt my whole world was fading

As memories jostled and fell into place

And now I feel like dying

And the pain of old fires still burns

I never wrote poems when I bit my knuckles

And death started slipping into my mouth

But that was really a long time ago

And I'm not writing poems now

And though I don't feel quite like dying

There is something deep inside me

Softly crying

And though I don't feel quite like dying

There is something deep inside me softly