the deep unknown
and see that you can’t find
what you thought should be there,
Will you at least
find yourself?
Do you dare?
As you crawl down
the corridors in your brain
afraid to stand up
afraid to be seen
At each room you shut off the lights,
don’t want to “be.”
Where have you been?
If you could cry in the sunlight,
would it sear your soul?
If you let everyone see your pain,
would thunder roll?
would it be your death toll?
Realness might be a long, dull pain,
But it’s something.
It might blanket your cold,
It might rest your distressed soul.
--CRONIN DETZZ
