Because I Dwell in This

Because I Dwell in This

I have been given your permission

To spill my mind

To say all the things I need to say

Even should they rhyme

I dwell in this dark box of hope

A home that leaks no fuel

And I have no mind to say things

To appease the world around me

I scratch across you as though you were nothing

But you are so much more that it scares me

And you tempt me

So I open up my wounds for you to gaze

And feel naked with me

But you do not know me

Nor do you fully understand me

Nor may you ever

Not because I am pitch black

Because I am not

And not because I am other wise

Because I am not that either

But because I dwell in this dark box of hope

And the only light I see

Comes from your eyes

© 4/16/1997, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry