Shame is trying to be quiet,at night, while the house’s inhabitants sleepSoftly, Shame steps from toes to toespausing as each floorboard creaksMusn’t alert, musn’t alarmShame means no harm,and would surely endure your hurt–just, please don’t flip the switchwhich ignites the lightshowing Shame with no shirtShame shouldn’t have come,will just be a moment, is sorry toContinue reading “Shame is Trying to be Quiet”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 