Abrading intrusion, it must be said
Will I find my way, or will things come to a head?
Daunted by the perils of frank exposure, I settle for frightened jest.
The safety of which comforts my secretive chest
My heart has yet to be taught
How to wring from it what is sought
I strive to acquiesce, though the promises are faint
On the periphery I sit with mindful restraint
5 minutes? Quite a number of abstract notions and words not found in everyone's vocabulary in this poem..!
ReplyDeleteTaste differs of course, but sometimes less can be more. Could you have said the same thing in a simpler way? Or, differently put, what is gained by saying it the way you did? (That is meant as a genuine question for you to reflect on, not a criticism, b.t.w.)