|
Driving Doubts
by Ken HarnischStir not the slumber of the dead
It has taken much too long to make them die
What I’d rather that you do for me instead
Is help me leave the memories by the by
Capture me inside the wild dance
Sing to me, until I add my voice
Shake me, if you ever get the chance
Kidnap me, if you have no other choice
And in some musty cellar, you can bind
My wounded heart inside the stony chains
I promise you, I’ll never really mind
If such imprisonment can bring me sanity again
And if your gentle heart can see the way
Love me, and drive the final doubts away
03/07/2001 Posted on 08/06/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/07/07 at 12:38 AM Poetic Perfection. I am persuaded. Reaching. Calling. Ready to Dance. Listening. Completely drawn in. Softened. Everything. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 08/09/07 at 05:09 PM I sit here in the middle of the library with tears running quietly down my cheeks... Perhaps they are the only comment I can give other than *hugs*... Beautifly done... Poetman |
| 
