SOMETHING TO DREAD

Sometimes it’s just me and my imagination,

Sometimes it’s just my cold persuasion,

To hide the truth that I know resides,

In my gloomy heart, with dread besides.

 The relationship will be damaged, that’s what I don’t want,

Many a chord that that binds us may break and also the chant,

Of eternal bonding and respect that I share,

But the truth may lay all my liabilities bare.

I think I am a fool, my determination does not hold long,

My deepest desires, I am afraid to lay out in the throng,

I feel I will be exposed; my soul will be naked,

Long I for the lonely glades, far from anything wicked.

I cherish the good old days, when I was pure,

I want to be back there, to get the easy cure,

To all my confusions and vain hallucinations,

That I may rest in bliss, with purged implications