Ive learned to
protect myself
from everyone
but you.
They throw words
like whetted knives,
guilt like balanced
circus axes,
tears like drops
of acid.
From these, Ive
learned to retreat
behind walls of stone; eyes
as cold as glacial ice
hide the bleeding.
Yet from you, I find
no escape, your silence
a weapon I cannot
deflect.
No matter how deeply
I burrow into myself,
your muteness follows me,
wraps around me
like a shroud
until I find myself
without defense,
naked and helpless
before lips long
dead of words.













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I burrow into myself,
your muteness follows me,
wraps around me
like a shroud
i love that stanza especially. beautiful work; i have missed reading your poetry.
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I wept.
Thank you for another beautiful piece.
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- "This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper." - TS Eliot
But the speaker is another enigma. The poem works, I think, because the reader can experience the knots these two characters have managed to tie themselves into?
Possibly the speaker is addressing a figure from the past. That would account for the inside/ outside contrast the speaker stresses.
On the level of what Chris called tinkering, I wonder if "But"(line 16) might be "Yet."?
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