Poem – Untitled (By Rex Begay)


I am guilty

          of skipping chapters stained with shadows
                   Missing moments not composed
I feel unworthy
          of your tales untold, reserved for me,
                    while dust sleeps upon the page
There is no word
          that this pen speaks, nor ink enough
                    to give back stories torn from you
What do they say
           that time heals all wounds? When time itself
                     stays my hand from yours
How can I prove
           without you all, this sheet draws blank
                      just empty lines that beg your script
                      Rex Begay