“VAULTED”

it is still
inside.
so so
still
inside.

even i wait,
listening
for a click,
for a creak,
for the new
to rush in
and the old
to escape
like a languid
last breath
from waxy lips.
like the breeze
that makes
blue nights
candleless.
my spirit;
it hibernates.
it is still
inside.
so so
still
inside.

trust
what you cannot
hear
is still
here.

do not be a fool
to silence.
stop and listen.
who's breathing?
and what
for?
is it you?
was it me?
i have no answers
for what you are
looking for.

shhhhhh!

be still.
let them think
we disappeared.
let them wonder
if we are
still
here.

narrative poem written on 08-17-2015 by: on mattkane.com
view image of poem

SHARE THIS POEM!

- Remove line breaks