
Five years of cobweb
decorates the hallway box
the urn inside
holds more dust at rest
well, it used to be your father…
Don’t look and it won’t hurt
don’t look and it won’t hurt
Your brother’s drinking
on a fifteen year bender
so quick to lose his temper
if you ask too many questions
that snake prone upon his shoulder
Don’t look and it won’t hurt
don’t look and it won’t hurt
Your man beside you lies untouched
no communion for years now
still the love is strong between you
but something physical has broken
in desperate need of discussion
Don’t look and it won’t hurt
don’t look and it won’t hurt
I’m always here if you
want to talk it through
heaven knows, you need to
I know it’s hard to face it fully
but I’d do my best to help you
That mantra you’ve been living by
it simply isn’t true
the mantra you’ve been swearing by
quietly, it harms you
Don’t look and it won’t hurt
don’t look and it won’t hurt…
[2019]
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Thanks! I wasn’t sure if it was too personal sounding to be universal; but it tells a story I guess. 🙂
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We always do though don’t we? Look? I’m a glutton for punishment it seems.
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You and I would look 🙂 I spend a lot of time reflecting, processing and writing. But no everyone does and sometimes they really should!
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