Conversations in the Chestnut Tree - Part II by Danny WashingtonAs I make my way home, his words repeat.
¨My young naive friend, if you werent depressed,
youd have nothing to write about at all.¨
Those words, so insulting, and yet I found
comfort in knowing he wouldnt be fooled.
Knowing I couldnt hide behind my fears,
nor could I pretend that I was hurting.
This drunken old man, knew I was a fake.
Though he wasnt there, I could feel his voice
molesting and violating my heart.
¨You have this mental barrier my boy,
because never have you felt a real pain.
You think you have, because youve been betrayed,
but havent we all, youre nothing special.¨
He states this with a kindness, Id call warmth.
Even though hes tearing my mind apart,
hes making me feel as though I am home.
¨You have no idea of the pain Ive felt!¨
I yell into the night, all on my own.
¨You have no idea of what Ive been through.¨
I could have predicted, what would come next.
¨Why dont you enlighten me, my dear boy.¨
I turn and head back to the Chestnut Tree.
As I retrace my steps, I wonder if
my intention is just to clear my name.
To confront a man, who has me dismissed,
as a living, breathing, melodrama.
Or is it to learn something as simple
as this strangers name. I think thats the case.
Hed probably say something like ¨No no,
my friend, if I was to give you my name,
youd have the upper hand, what is yours first?¨
I laugh to myself, ¨Yes! Thats what hed say.¨
The only light I can see is the moon,
on this very unwelcoming back street.
I can hear the rats scuttling, and the
drug dealers whispering to their clients.
Im not very strong, I should be afraid,
but I cant concentrate on anything.
Another light enters the darkness now.
Its the small, glimmering, high street entrance,
to the Chestnut Tree Cafe. A home for
artists, poets and musicians alike.
I push open the door and peer inside.
The old poet, is nowhere to be seen.
08/13/2007 Author's Note: I'm enjoying writing these way too much to give up now. Part III on the way
Posted on 08/13/2007 Copyright © 2024 Danny Washington
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