What Do I Do
what do I do with what I know
thoughts overgrown with thick, green mold
ghosts of those who once stayed close
black and whites now overexposed
they hang still, on hallowed walls
what do I do with what once was
portraits blurred, out of focus fuzz
you say forget them, just because
too many that caused me such a buzz
they know more than they will tell
what do I do with what's within
to the sea I confess most sins
all these waves could do me in
will I drown or will I swim
they wash still on sandy shores
what do I do with constant thought
all the pain and tears it brought
is it for real of just for naught
my heart ensnared and tightly caught
they matter not, they matter not
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2012
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