Hemingway

I wish I knew

I wish I knew just what to do.

I wish I knew just what to say.

To blunt this lonely blade.

This cut of loneliness to fade.

 

I can cry a tear.

I can cry a single drop or more.

I can bear this solitude.

Can not bear much more.

 

I can rage, spill yet more salt.

It would not change, it\'s still my fault.

That\'s what it must be.

I cannot break free.

 

I cannot unlock, I cannot hear, I cannot see.

Beyond this prison, this theatre of pain.

A chest so tightly bound, I\'m buried deep.

There is no sound.

 

No one to hear my cry for love,.

No saviour, no relief.

No hope.

No angel from above.

 

I only gave, so they could be.

I only lived to set them free.

I wish I knew just what to do.

I wish I knew just what to say.