Slander

I could write about pain
Both the infliction,
and the addiction
Or maybe the silence
That comes with pride

A soldier, too proud
Too tall, too stubborn
To cry

I could share with you
Torment, memory,
Perhaps shame?
Maybe an ounce of misery,
a moment of tranquility

But I could fancy a tale
Of hearts, and stories
Where wishing wells,
Or wedding bells,
Are in one the same


I could write to you about pain
With inside it, its name
Were it true love, love lost,
Death, birth, regret
A name is just the label
The vessel

I could explain to you about pain
But my heart,
My heart is just not in it

I could share with you about memory
But my pain,
is not inclined to remember,
Just this moment