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Nondisclosure

A Poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

You can’t say things like that

can’t whisper at the world

and take your silver back home

You give up yourself

you give in to the rage and ease

of leaving

You’ve left your mark

on so many trees

just as they were reaching out

for you

An injured arm, fractured leg

the story goes aching on

the mouth condemned to forming

syllables of pure sound

Hammered into your hearth

you pick up the pieces

of the book you were starting in on

But the book told you

to shut up

which you never did, didn’t know till

too late

All these revelations

these candy-coated packages of disguised

scorn

and the terror of what comes next

hangs around your neck
['J.D. Harms']
['Image', 'Silence', 'Depression', 'Distance', 'Poem']