Can you pull shadows from the wall
And make them dance in the rain?
Take a few pieces of sand
Make me a beautiful train?
I’ve found I don’t like the flow of a river
Can you make it change its course?
I trek a long and senseless path dear sir
Would you mind if I borrowed a horse?
My eyes are tired of seeing the sin
Can you carry the burden for me?
If my love ever gets to be too much for you
Would you help me plant a tree?
If I want to talk about Donne
Would you tell me it was fun?
If I took apart our lives one day
Would you resist the urge to run?
If I handed you my heart
Would you accept it willingly?
Or perhaps, like many others
Simply hand it back to me?
Fear sits silent in forcing hands
When dripping with the anger
There is silence in hate, my friend
That you cannot even imagine.
I’m not a subtle poet
I tend to tell it like it is
There are lies within the words here
But the truth is what it says.