Trees In the Storm

The television is blaring

Voices surge loud and raucous

And like trees in a storm

No one hears me breaking

I thought the rainstorm had passed

The thunder and white hot lighting had gone

Went back into the lion’s den

And got chewed, gnawed raw to the bone

But I have no one to blame but myself

For I am the one who sacrificed me

Lamb on the altar

My heart bleat bleats feebly for you and you alone

Despite all my desperate protests

To move on to greener pastures

But I am staying silent

There is no use to beg for what I cannot have

I cannot make you love me

If I utter but a word

I will lose you completely

And that is the deepest circle of hell in which I could burn

So I’ll sit here tonight and smile

Later I will retreat to remember and daydream about what was

What could have been

Walk with the ghosts that haunt me in your voice,

In your smile and in your eyes

But for now I must

Swallow the bitter truth of this love unrequited

And never let you know

How much I still love you