Jacob Greb lives and writes in Toronto, Canada.
secrets
By Jacob Greb
voyage of secrets in the tombstones of my eyes
the dam that keeps the crashing waves from flooding
there is no trickle
as a hostage taken into obscurity, taped and ravaged
that noose that’s holding my life
unable to spill the truth
the beauty shaded grey as the storm burrowed through my land
my body laid in despair and not mine
a taken advantage
and now frugal in my exchange of words, of love, of touch
the void, the entrapment of senses
my apologies
nothing to give you but my broken self
the damage of classified files in the cabinet, in between the pages
find me
help me find me dear and peel the secrets layer by layer
Such pain captured and translated. Great expression.