"To ______ or not to ______" "To write or not to write"???
There are some poems that scurry
away with great hurry
underneath the fears
that I hide behind tears
and there they live
fairly managing to heave
a burden
of the original garden
not eating fruits
but plucking them off.
The eternal truth
of the way of the world.
Which is: C H A O S
no ordrer
but meaningless criss-cross.
Those poems whisper swiftly
the story of courage, secretly
if not unsilenced right away
their whispers can say
horrid things noone listens
nor wishes to listen.
Those poems I let go
for
if I write them on a page,
that
page I will have to throw.
For noone wants to ascertain
the truth
hiding behind the easy curtain.
Those poems promt a question:
"To write or not to write??"
is that old and told question.
