the aching hearts of those
who crave escape from their
own poisonous reflection.
The thought, and then
waves of crushing guilt,
a chilling glance at
inner visions of rejection.
I am caught, I am bound,
crying out within the confines
of my self-imposed seclusion.
Like many whom I meet,
I am hesitant to offer
more than casual concern.
I preserve the sanctity
of my equivocal illusion.
2 comments:
Excellent, poignant, and moving poetic verse and words that dance.
Who is that handsome man, laughing with eyes of warmth? ;-)
I think I may try a blog again....
What shall I name it?
Love and hugs,
~carol :-)
Sad, yet myopic. We're constantly struggling our impotency, but we do not always yield to it.
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