The bench is filled with us
Will you please talk to me? I ask of you.
I feel you turn your face towards me with empty eyes
No one at home to call my own.
Suddenly the eyes fill
With a stranger
My demon or yours?
I extend my arms towards you
Shall we connect again? I ask of you.
I feel you constricting within self
Crinching at the thought of it
In a ball of fury
My demon or yours.
I am stranded and need a line from you.
Will you throw it to me? I ask of you.
I feel you turn away from me with sagging shoulders
A wall I cannot break
Suddenly your hands lift
To fly away
My demon or yours?
1 comment:
Like the last line particularly and the way you have woven the theme around it.Very Hitting!
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