Tony Bush Poet Verse

Insight

If you could know what I know, 
the depth and breadth of what is past, 
the feelings in the dungeon heart, 
then you would know the honesty 
of that which I impart.

If you could feel what I feel, 
the cut and thrust of steely scorn, 
the sabre that lays bare the shell, 
then you would know the agony 
of seasons spent in Hell.

If you could dream what I dream, 
the better days that never were, 
the tainting of each crystal dawn, 
then you would know the destiny 
of that which dies unborn.

If you could breathe what I breathe, 
the bitter chaff of tin foil dust, 
the veto of the telling air, 
then you would know the gravity 
of love in disrepair.

If you could see what I see, 
the way that you are cut to size, 
deceived by fractions bit by bit, 
then you would see the death of me, 
of whom and why I care...

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