Bury

Posted on February 5, 2014 by chimerapoet

Cover it up cover it up
wrap it and package it and tape its muzzle shut
bury it in the dark
bury it deep and hidden
and most of all
bury it in silence
nobody wants to explain the unexplainable
to rock a boat that’s so beautifully painted and correctly
presented
they want no dark ink splatters in the corner of the family photo
bury it in silence
it will be OK
it will be OK
hush

About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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