Through Dark

I am

writing

through the 

dark, into the 

never


Shakespeare

doesn’t love anymore

and it’s time to go into the


words

through 

the never

into what I 

never again


I write 

out of the

dark through

the never into

the places I always 

wished to be because


Shakespeare 

out of time 

in 

another

place where

I cannot bear

likeness of self


Dark

becoming


I am

understand

-ing not under-

stood, loving, not

loved in these dark

in this never where I find


without love

without Shakespear

without mother

without father

without trust

without hope


I

be-

come

empty

again for

the first time

© Michael Barry 2013