if poetry is hiding

If poetry is hiding

then I’ll be here forever

some comfort must find my words

Cold and ashamed in the dark

If something builds in secret

Then it can explode inside

Some paint like blood on the walls

But never touching the door

If a voice is a weapon

Then crush my lips, silence hers

Someone has to kiss the gun

Never let it find its mark

If inside us there’s a war

Then stand guard with the soldiers

Stand guard and sing them the score

Never fought in the open

Never died for anymore