the forbidden poem

Once in a while

You go back

to the edge

at the cliff heights

Look around and see

Poking through your back

were your own blades

Knocking at your throat

were your own hands

You stop to wonder

How evil was that alive

coming in disguise of loss

How treacherous were those fights

staying in disguise of smiles:

You stop to wonder

and look around in dark

Drying up the oceans

was your own flickering light

Because they never stayed

so you never asked

They never healed

so you never fought

Their barren lands and oasis

When the truth became prison

you were ready to fall

Once in a while

You go back

Stop and wonder

How honest was that home

which ashed it's own garden.