VERMIN AND OTHER TRUTHS

On Ilness: No 2

Sitting alone, nerves over-jumping, 
Cross legged on carpet, feeling every twitch. 
It took little time, now that you remember, 
Discomfort, that burn, that twisting itch. 

You swore you didn’t see, late hour, long hall, 
With silence so thick, it couldn't be true.
You pretended it was the light, against the woodwork, 
Put on that grin, and let it through. 

I’d never rob you blind, so understand:
I only take what slackens when I pull.
If you met my hunger, eye to hand,
you’d know it’s my duty, I’m never full.

So, I want you to know, as you rage, 
How your eyes shine cold, against the world.
That it was me that gave a voice to silence, 
To understand how hatred curled.  

And, Lord I know, what I have brought, 
I understand what I have left. 
The truth I bear, a sickness in bones. 
Yet, it came for me first, my skeleton bereft.