No we say
For fear of punishment
No we say
For fear of blushing shame
No we say
For fear of the admission
Of the dark deed
That says
This is no game
Living with myself
Is the requirement
Every day I wake
To greet a dawn
Will it be bright
With promise of excitement
Or dark as death
My murky soul to mourn
Denial
Is the atmosphere of darkness
Do not admit
The terrible thing you did
Pretend you are a good boy
Living in the light
From the sun out there
My dark deeds must be hid
But nothing can escape
The power of sunlight
The searching beam
Illuminates the dark
And all dark deeds
Must one day face the prism
Of truth’s eternal gaze
Confess the mark
Brian Fahy
20 January 2022
Erris Poetry 