Not Me...But My Soul

You ask too much but too many
I answer them all with truths
But the question I dreaded to ask
you'll never know, I'll never ask...

Drinking beer over a scattered talk
I dread not the empty bottle to fall
but where it will stop after the spinning
and afraid you might finally get what I longed to ask.

I silence myself by swallowing the words,
sour and tight my chest feels.
Anger, love and lust makes my mouth chapped
Words, my love engulf by disappointments.

12-26-97

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