troubled head

This is the life of a story teller
be it all
end all
be he the best of translations
of the verses of love
nay for love
ask him his sorrows
he will hide behind the colloquial charm

thus, his sorrows never shed
like the everyday mans
it is not his doing
the hiding behind words
but as of second nature

but ask him then how the tale begins
he will smile and tell you
the first steps of his child
the frustration and dead ends
the empty pages

then smile after him
for your sorrow might be his as well
and ask him the climax
the story he will tell with
the dotted i's and the crossed t's

put down the pen
the denouement is yet to come
hear the blank spaces
the words will whisper
listen
he won't tell you his sorrows
but his tale will tell all.

they lead the way
before his eyes
the boy in the story
was once him, himself
look closely at the words
that spell out
his being
his immortality.
he left it all behind
on the blank pages
between those hard covers.

The end.