Watching Over You

12/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



As I stand here

Watching over you

Watching you sleep

The rise and fall of your tiny chest

I wonder what the future holds

For you

For me

For the both of us together

The fun and games as a family

The outings to the beach

Or boating on the river

Creating memories that last a lifetime

In moments that are gone too soon

But I’m also filled with a fear

That I’m not good enough

That I might fail you

And I don’t know how to deal

With the overwhelming dread

That leads me to contemplate

Whether I should be here

Standing over you

Whether it wouldn’t be better

If it were someone else

Watching over you

The Night Shift

24/02/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



I hate it when you work the night shift.

The bed feels empty without you.

I don’t sleep properly not having you near

Though I slept for years on my own.



The kids have had their dinner

And I wonder if you’ll eat at all tonight

Because 6pm might be meal time here

But it’s the beginning of work for you.



I sometimes wish it would rain

So the crims would stay at home.

They’re no different from the rest of us,

They don’t want to be out in a storm.



Life here is dictated by routine,

By 9pm the babies are tucked up in bed,

But I don’t know where you are

Or what you’re having to face.



While I’m cleaning up the house

You’re cleaning vomit out of your car

From the drunk you’ve had to haul in

For picking a fight with a guy twice his size.



It’s just gone midnight but I can’t close my eyes.

You’re only half way through your shift

And I should be sound asleep

But there’s a feeling in my gut that won’t let me.



I will worry about you ‘til you return

And I can hold you safe in my arms.

My dreams are haunted when you’re away

Then I wake feeling like I haven’t slept.



I look at the clock and it’s not quite 3am.

Here, it is quiet and quiet can be

But I know you’re in the thick of it

And I wish you weren’t.



They say it gets easier to handle

But I can’t see how that is.

You are my world, my everything,

And I’d die without you here.



The 6am alarm is going off

But I’m already awake.

I think about hitting snooze

But I’m not sure there’s any point.



The sun is starting to rise now.

I know you’ll be home soon

But this is the time I fear most

Because last call outs are the worst.



But I know you’re in the right place

And you’ll come back to me each time.

I’ll get some restful sleep one day,

I just don’t know when that will be.

The New Kid

21/02/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



Walking into school

Not knowing anyone

Far away from friends

And worried about everything

Because you don’t know

Which teachers are nice

And which kids to stay away from

Or where the best spots are

When you want to sit quietly and read.



Will the librarian be strict

Or let you take an extra book

Every now and then?



Is the sports teacher cool

Or a hard arse

Who only has eyes for the very best?



Will that boys beat me up

If I look at him funny

Or sit in his seat in class?



Is the pretty girl going to laugh

When I talk to her

Or accept me for who I am?



You don’t know what you’re getting

Until you walk through those gates

And the world closes in on you

While you find your feet

And your voice,

And maybe being different

Isn’t different here

And I’ll fit in just fine

Even though I’m the new kid.

Men-Talk

27/01/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



The men folk meet at the local pub

Tired from a long day at the office

And looking forward to a few drinks

With their mates and colleagues

To celebrate making it through

Another week in the rat race.



They talk about sports they follow

Whose team is set to win or lose

And whether they’ll get to the game

Or watch it on their new flat screen TV

While they eat too many chips

And drink too many beers.



Someone asks how the kids are

And they brag about their achievements,

Or how much they’ve grown

Then, in the very next breath,

Complain about how messy they are

And that they won’t do as they’re told.



What no one talked about that night

Was Daniel’s two-week-old test results

That told him he had cancer

And would have been caught earlier

If only Matthew had mentioned

His father had the same symptoms years ago.



Christopher didn’t bring up the promotion

He thought he was going to get

But found out he missed out on

And now he doesn’t know how

To tell his wife they can’t afford the wedding

She’d had her heart set on.



No one asked Andrew and James

How the meeting with the adoption agency went

Because they haven’t brought it up

And everyone is worried that it’s bad news

So they don’t want to spoil the night

By bringing everyone down.



There’s an awkward silence in the group

When the news comes on because

That paedophile Ben used to work with

Is the only thing any of the stations

Seem to be talking about

And it makes him really upset to see it.



Luke told everyone he broke up with his girlfriend

When really she broke up with him

And he is heartbroken beyond belief

But guys don’t talk about that

They don’t show emotions

And they don’t share feelings.



Next week they’re going to Tim’s funeral

Because he bottled up what was happening,

And that black dog took over

Eating at him from the inside out

Until all that was left was a pile of clothes

And a note tucked into one of his shoes.



Mark can’t take it anymore,

He wishes he could have seen the signs

Or asked the right questions

Because his best mate is gone

And he’s lost and alone

In this sea of people smiling through their pain.



Paul sees the first tear fall

And then another and another.

He puts his arm around his mate’s shoulder

And doesn’t ask him if he’s ok,

He doesn’t need to hear that I’m fine lie again

Because he’s heard it too many times before.



He knows that just today

Eight people took their own lives,

Over one hundred more attempted,

And seventy five percent of those deaths

Were men just like the ones he’s sitting with

Who are less afraid of dying than speaking.



There’s not much he can do or say

To take away the pain anyone feels

But he is intimately aware of the need

For his friends to be open and honest

With themselves and with each other

So they can see the light at the end of the tunnel.



He reaches into his pocket for his wallet,

Removing a card that’s seen better days –

Its corners torn from months of indecision

But the number still bright at the centre –

“Just in case,” he says as he hands it over,

Wishing it didn’t have to be like this.



It didn’t have to be like this

And all it took was a small gesture –

No one could have foreseen in the next months

The changes that would come about

Because of a mate who understood

And a conversation three words long.



At Tim’s funeral, Mark made a promise

To every man that he knew

That he would not just ask if they were ok

But really listen to the answer

And to be there not just for Friday night drinks

But for those despairing 3am calls.



Luke confided in Mark how he was feeling

And they both realised they weren’t alone –

They worked through things together

And it came upon them like a revelation

That being mates was more than “how are you?”

And more than saying you’re not ok.



The boys rallied around Ben,

Because that’s what mates should do –

No matter what, friends are there to remind you

That it’s ok to be upset when you’re betrayed

By someone you should have been able to trust

And there is no time limit for feeling how you feel.



Andrew and James decided to tell the group

They had been approved for adoption

Yet hadn’t told anyone because

Of the fear of failure

That they wouldn’t get their child

That they wouldn’t be good parents.



Sometimes a vote of confidence

Or a practical helping hand

Can uplift a spirit when it’s down

Which Christopher soon found to be true

When he explained his distress

To be met with assistance all round.



And instead of going paintballing

The mates got check-ups instead

And made a roster for Daniel’s care

When the chemo took its toll

Of who was bringing meals to him

And driving him to his appointments.



But it took the loss of one of their own

To make these men take heed

Of the need to be more trusting

And to have those hard conversations

So, don’t learn the lesson the hard way,

Take notice of these words



Your mates will not think less of you

For being broken by circumstance –

They’ve probably felt the same as you

Or can empathise with you pain –

They are there to help you to rebuild

And forge a new and shining path.

The Confession

17/01/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



On Monday I confessed my love for you

You said you had stuff to do

Nothing more was said on that

As I watched you walk out over the welcome mat



On Tuesday I confessed my love for you

You asked about my favourite shade of blue

I thought a while before I said

I’m really rather into red



On Wednesday I confessed my love for you

While we wandered through the zoo

You were busy with the snakes

And wondering what kind of a selfie a monkey takes



On Thursday I confessed my love for you

But you were concerned with what I knew

About transcontinental railway journeys

And whether they gave discounts to attorneys



On Friday I confessed my love for you

You powdered the end of your billiard cue

Trying so hard to look so cool

While at the same time playing the fool



On Saturday I confessed my love for you

We were standing there, admiring the view

The waves crashing on the beach

And birds flying just out of reach



On Sunday I confessed my love for you

You complained about your new shoe

And that you’d need to take it back

When you really needed to pack



One day I will confess out loud

For now, it hangs over me like a cloud

I really should tell you before you go

But I’m afraid of your reaction once you know

The Change in Me

12/01/2021 –  Poem a Day Compilation



I thought, as I grew older,

I would change much more than I have

But I am still the same person now

As I was when I was sixteen.



I am still the insecure little girl

Who doubted her abilities

Yet always tried her best

Regardless of the result.



I am still that hopeless romantic

Who craved love and affection

But never seemed to find it

Or even knew where to look.



I am still that anxiety-ridden teen

Scared to face the world

For fear of anything and everything

And nothing at all.



The change in me is insignificant –

Now I see my insecurities,

The hopelessness, the anxiety –

But what good does the seeing do?



No matter how hard I try

The doubt, the desire and the fear

Stay with me like a second skin,

A part of me I cannot remove.

The Blank Stare

27/12/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation



I know words are being said

I can see her lips moving

I can’t hear what it was, though

There’s just noise

I can’t make it out

The sound didn’t make sense at all

So, I’m just sitting here

Under the blanket

Trying to nod in the right places

But my head doesn’t want to move

The overhead lights are too bright

And I can’t concentrate

I think she’s asked me a question

He lips aren’t moving anymore

And there’s a slight tilt to her head

I don’t know what to say

I missed the question

And the stuff before that too

I think I missed a lot, actually

She’ll probably need to repeat everything

I should have listened

She seems nice

I probably should have listened

It seems like it was important

I was listening

Then I wasn’t

I’m not sure exactly when I stopped

There are a lot of machines in this room

She’s saying something, again

But the lights and beeps are distracting

I’m just looking at her

It’s rude, I should stop

But I can’t because she’s saying something

And it’s important

There’s a knot in my stomach

But I’m not hungry

It’s an angry knot

Not angry at the nice lady

Who is looking very concerned

And reaches down to touch my arm

        “Mr Dugas, do you need me to go over it again?”

I blink

Tears are rolling down my face

There’s a lump in my throat

I can’t get those neurons firing

The words are stuck somewhere

All I can do is look down

And let the tears drip onto my gown

I suck in a deep breath

I don’t want to make her do this again

I nod quickly

I should have listened the first time

        “I’m Dr Blackwell. I’m head of oncology.”

I don’t want to hear this

But I have to

Mood

08/12/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation



I’d like to escape from myself sometimes

When the sadness overwhelms me.

It’s always with me, deep inside

A sinking melancholy dragging me down.



I am forlorn and in despair,

There is nothing I can do

No saving grace to pull me through

And I must only survive this downheartedness.



I am not worth the time or effort

To repair my broken soul.

Just abandon me here,

Because I am not of any value.



It is laughable that I should be held

To be the best person for the job

Regardless of what the position is,

I will never meet the requirements.



I hate myself for feeling this way

But there’s no one to blame by myself,

Every day, I must atone for the wrong

That I have wrought every day prior.



I think about the world without me,

How much better that might be.

If I weren’t here to screw things up,

And no one would miss me anyhow.



I don’t want to go out to the movies,

Or read that book you recommended.

I don’t want to play football this year,

I just can’t be bothered anymore.



People say they’re trying to help

But they don’t stick around very long,

They get tired of me and leave,

Not that I blame them for that.



I haven’t slept in so long,

Not real sleep, anyway.

I lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling,

Wondering why I’m even here.



I don’t eat anymore.

Not unless I’m forced to.

The doctors say it’s unhealthy

But they don’t really care.



I just want to be left alone,

To stay in bed and not do anything,

I don’t want to move, or work,

Or talk to these people who say they’re friends.



Don’t talk to me right now,

I can’t focus on what you’re saying.

My mind is off, somewhere,

Anywhere but here.



No, I don’t know what I want to put on,

I don’t care what colour it is,

Why are you asking me to decide?

I don’t know what you want.



I stood at the top of the cliffs

I swallowed all the pills in the cabinet

I drove into a tree at high speed

But none of you will let me go.



The pain I feel is excoriating,

Every joint aches all the time.

I just want to be free from it all

And to not have the agony prolonged.



My bag is packed and under my bed,

Like it has been since I was twelve

I don’t want to be here

But you won’t let me leave this place.



Nothing I do is right,

I can’t live like this any more

The constant attempts and failures

Are eating away at my very soul.



You all have it so easy,

You breeze through every hurdle.

I hate what this world has made me

And I hate the world as well.



One day I will burn this place

And everything it contains.

Maybe it will take me, too,

And I will be at peace.

Paranoia

10/09/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation



You wound me with your words,

They bite and scratch and claw,

The offend my sensibilities

And you do not offer to withdraw.



Though many may just let them slide,

You insult me with your remarks

That flow freely from your face

Without regard for the ire it sparks



I do not trust a word you say

And your actions betray your thoughts.

I have cracked the code you use,

I see through your ones and noughts.



You tell me you hold my secrets

But your eyes tell me you lie;

I hear my fears repeated back to me

And I wish for you to die.



Don’t you dare tell me I’m wrong

When I am nothing of the sort

Your criticism will not provoke me

When your arguments are fraught.



You say I’m overreacting

When I don’t take to your ugly declarations

But should my tears not flow freely

When you’ve turned against me whole nations.



You try to tear me down at each turn,

Spreading rumours like grist to the mill,

You want to destroy everything I have –

My art, my passion, my will.



You don’t want me to be happy,

Rather see me suffer your lies,

Treating me like a leper

Until there’s nothing around me but flies.



I always need to defend myself

When you hurl accusations at me

Or imply that something is all my fault

When it couldn’t possibly be.



You don’t listen to my explanations –

I repeat them ‘til I’m blue in the face –

But You tell me I’m wrong every time

When you know that’s not the case.



I don’t want to argue with you

But you won’t see things from my perspective.

You make me want to shake you

Until you aren’t as defective.



I yell, and I scream, and I shout,

And I punch holes in the lounge room wall

Because whatever I do isn’t good enough

And we must defer to your call.







But I don’t want to bend to your will,

I want to make decisions without compromise,

To take action based on my own choices

And for there to be no reprise.



I am the master of my own domain,

The king of my own castle.

You will not bring me undone

Or placate me with a shiny parcel



I cannot forgive the wrong you have done

And I will never forget them;

They haunt my every waking thought

And my dreams they do condemn.



They stain my opinion of you,

And scar every memory I hold

You damage me beyond all recognition

And leave me feeling cold.



I know you talk about me

When I am not in the room,

The whispers hidden behind hands

Are louder than a sonic boom.



I see all the deceit that you spread

When you think that I’m not around,

Fooling yourself that I don’t know

That your lies are not bound.







I’ve never liked the way you act,

Sneaking around like you’ve something to hide

And never giving me all the answers –

Even when I’ve caught you out, you’ve lied.



Your friends are not who they say they are –

They’re two faced and devious –

And I know you’ve told them my secrets

Going beyond mere mischievous.



I can’t trust anyone anymore,

All because of you.

I have no one to confide in

And you won’t get your due.



Once they hear your treacherous lies

They don’t believe a word I say.

But I will take my revenge

And you will rue the day.



I can’t be with anyone

In any romantic fashion.

They all leave me in the end

And I am bereft of passion.



They say I’m not the person

With whom they fell in love.

All I want is to find someone

Who fits me like a glove.



But that person isn’t real, you know,

Because you’ve turned them all away,

You take, you pinch, you steal from me,

But they’re just silly games you play.



It becomes harder to face the world outside

When danger lurks at every turn,

When people are against me

And want to see me burn.



I see their true intentions

But they hide their malevolence towards me.

They wear a mask of innocence

So the rest of the world won’t see.



My bosses will not promote me,

They keep me stuck in this dead-end job

It’s all designed to wear me down

So they can feed me to the ravenous mob.



They are afraid of my intellect,

That I will outshine them, every one.

Their small minds can’t see my vision

And they won’t stop ‘til I am done.



They listen in to my conversations,

They probably trace my calls.

Stealing my ideas and thoughts

My protest on deaf ears falls.



Each day they try to bring me down –

They conspire to see me fail.

Everyone is against me,

Their plot is beyond the pale.

They will not get the best of me.

They will not drag me down.

I see through their diversions.

I will wear the crown.

Always on my Mind

09/09/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation



It’s always on my mind:

The unrelenting fear

Of not being enough

In this world so predicated

On the successful of everyone

And failure not being an option,

When I just want to exist,

To be at peace with myself

And the world around me,

Without the constant pressure

To be more than I am

On any given day.



It’s always on my mind:

The deep-seated resentment

I carry around with me,

Like a weight on my shoulders

That I cannot put down,

Burning its way through my soul

With every expectation

Placed mercilessly at my door

By those who choose not to understand

And are then offended by

The anger and bitterness

That spills from my lips.



It’s always on my mind:

The haunting poeticism

Of an everyday life

That is filled with days

And weeks, months, years

Of extraordinary ordinariness

That leaves no mark

And betrays no deeper purpose

Than that which society feels

Should be my place within its confines

And allows no room for self-expression

Or mould-breaking experiences.



It’s always on my mind:

The plaintive melody sung softly

By a heart that yearns to be free

Of the shackles of normalcy

And escape the overarching shadows

That dim the light inside me

To a point where I cannot see

Where I end

And the rest of humanity begins

As we form an amorphous mass

Of pseudo-intellectualism

And rabid hatred of other.

Suspicion

22/07/2020 -  Poem a Day Compilation



There is a belief about me,

A story that people tell,

That I am something other

Based on nothing by idle gossip.



They have come to a false conclusion

Trying to fit me together like a puzzle,

When none of those pieces fit

And the picture is malformed.



The conjecture is pure fabrication

For none of them are willing to ask,

The pertinent questions go unanswered

When the lie is easier to hold.



They fancy themselves so righteous,

So completely at odds with who I am,

But they fail to see the harm they cause

By closing their minds to it all.



The feeling they get when they see me

Is somewhere between fear and hate

Because I challenge their long-held assumptions

About who belongs in this place.



I guess they’ve been protected

By a bubble of their own making

And should anyone try to burst it

There will be hell to pay.



You know that feeling in your gut

That tells you these people aren’t right?

I wake up with that in the pit of my stomach

And go to bed with it there just the same.



I had a hunch before I moved there

But I convinced myself I was wrong.

No place can be so backward thinking

They’d judge me for something I can’t change.



My hypothesis was sadly mistaken,

The people did not welcome me one iota.

They drew their blinds as I passed by

And crossed to other side of the road.



This idea that people are people

Is not so widespread as perhaps it should be,

When some are seen as better or worse

For no good reason that I can see.



First impressions can be hard to shake

But to be judged before you’ve done anything,

Or even spoken a word from your mouth

For anyone to take such offense.



I had an inkling as I pulled in my driveway

And saw all the curtains twitch

That it might take a while to be accepted

But I was willing to fight the good fight.



I should have trusted my intuition

Because this isn’t fight fairly fought.

You can try as you might to take the high road

But the low road has no bottom to reach.



They use every slur, every stereotype,

To wound you again and again

And though words should never hurt

It is a death by a thousand cuts.

The notion that they have right on their side

As they curse you out on the street

Is baffling to me every time

And you’d think I’d get used to it someday.



I don’t believe in premonitions

But this feeling is so hard to shake

That things are not getting better

But getting worse with each passing day.



They speculate on my every action,

From where I go to what I buy.

Heaven forbid I talk to a soul;

I’d likely be run out of town.



The supposition that I am no good

Comes from the ignorant repetition of rumours

That stem from derivative works of fiction

Tainted by the bias of unfounded supremacy.



Please don’t ask me to surmise

How each and every one of them got to this point

For that would make me no better

Than those who would slander my name.



I could write an entire thesis

Just on the people of this small town:

From the narrow-minded bigotry

To the overt mob mentality on display.



One day I hope to change their view

But today is not going to be that day.

I am weary and don’t feel like fighting

So I’ll just stay in my home.



To regard others with suspicion

When they present differently from you

Is a learned human behaviour

That we all must one day overcome.

Fix This

21/07/2020 -  Poem a Day Compilation



How do we fix this

When the world is falling down

Around our ears

And I can’t see an end in sight?



I’m broken and afraid,

Crying out for reassurance,

In a world turned upside down

By events beyond my control.

The Madness

18/07/2020 –  Poem a Day Compilation


As the walls closed in

And the darkness fell

The sounds of the night

Crept into her ears

Her hands clamping about her head

Holding in what sanity remained

Against the screeches and screams

From beyond the brick walls

Of this lonely and lonesome place

From which there was no escape,

No distraction and no respite

Despite the frenzy of prayers

In this godforsaken place

To a non-existent deity

For a freedom that will never come

When lunacy takes hold of those

Who stand outside the door

That they no longer understand

What is right and wrong

And buy into the hysteria

Of the latest fad treatments

With no thought of the consequences

Of testing procedures on the manic

Without their permission

Or even their knowledge

Hidden from scrutiny by demented laws

Serving a master as unsound of mind

As those incarcerated in psychiatric wards

For indeterminate periods of time

Under the auspices of mental health

A true derangement of a system

Meant to protect the world from the insane

And the depressed from themselves

While the unstable run the asylum 

Which makes the rest of us mad.

The Fear

18/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

It is the darkest part of me,

It preys on my emotions and

It rules my very sense of self.

It makes me to see danger and

It causes me to freeze.

 

I want to run away.

I want to hide from this foul thing.

I see it in the here and now,

I feel it in my future moments, and

I remember every passing threat.

 

It paralyses me.

It confronts me still.

It is inside me and around me.

It washes over me and through me, and

It falls upon my head.

 

The distress is overwhelming,

The impending doom overrides.

The evil veil obscures my sight.

The pain rises up and drowns me.

The vice grips my mind.

 

This is no reverential awe.

This sits in the pit of my stomach.

This beast inside me,

This horror that I cannot escape.

This which I have but owns me.

 

Beyond the mere concern it lies.

Beyond that daily dread.

Beyond the cloud of anxiety.

Beyond some mild apprehension and

Beyond all anticipation yet –

 

I cannot live without it,

I feel it in my very soul.

I want to be rid of it but

I fear what will be left and

I cannot abide the beast unknown.

 

It will, one day, consume me;

It will purge the last mortal vestiges and then

It will carry me to my grave because

It is the very fear inside, and

It is my only friend.

Becoming a Parent

09/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

No one really tells you what it’s like.

You hear the horror stories, of course.

And you hear about how you’ll never be the same

But you don’t know until it happens.

 

No one tells you how much of yourself

You lock in a box, away from harm,

Because there’s a little creature here

Who needs you more than anything.

 

No one tells you just how much you gain,

Feeling like your heart will burst,

And that, no matter how old they are,

You still have infinite love to give.

 

No one tells you how scared you’ll be.

Not just for this small human

But for yourself and your partner,

Through every trial and tribulation.

 

No one tells you about the doubt

And the second guessing you’ll do,

Because there’s no manual to follow

And no instruction leaflet.

 

No one tells you about the tears at 3am

When they have their first fever

And you don’t know who to call

Because your brain is fried.

 

No one tells you about the absolute pride

When they say their first words,

When they take their first steps,

Or when they buy their first car.

 

No one tells you that it’s ok to have a c-section

Or to adopt or use a surrogate,

And that it’s ok to feed them formula

Or let them cry themselves to sleep.

 

No one tells you about the piles of laundry

That never seem to end,

Even when they’re teenagers

And can probably wash their own clothes.

 

No one tells you about the mistakes you’ll make

Because we’re all only human

And no one is ever going to be perfect,

Not even that wee little bairn.

 

No one tells you about the good times –

The times you’ll get it fantastically right –

When you’ll jump for joy all day

And want to shout it from the rooftops.

 

No one tells you in a way you’ll understand:

You’ll hear the words they’ll say

But they won’t really sink in

Until you’ve lived every moment.

 

No one tells you because they can’t.

In battle

Here I sit in quiet contemplation

Regretting all I didn’t say to you

Knowing I couldn’t say it, still

Wanting to be more brave,

Or perhaps more stupid, than before

Because I’ve wanted to tell you

So many times up til this point.

Maybe you know but can’t say

For the same reasons that I can’t

And all that’s keeping us from each other

Is a thirty year old pledge

As worthless as the paper it’s written on.

I didn’t have the courage fifteen years ago,

When we sat together for what felt like forever,

And you confessed to me that it was simply

A vow you had made and couldn’t break.

I was afraid of what you were telling me

And relieved that you didn’t ask it of me

But now my feelings are conflicted

And I don’t know if I want to give in

Or be stronger than I ever thought possible.

I wish I could have relied on Dutch courage,

And been open and honest with you,

Because I’d carry any baggage you had,

I’d take the weight of the world on my shoulders

And receive the guilt that was laid at my door.

All Too Sensible

Listen to the strings of my heart,
A quiet melody is being played -
So soft and soothing, so pure -
But it is the only thing I hear.

Your voice may break through
Into the melody to become one.
Your words would sound just as sweet
Even if they were so harsh.

Look closely, deeply, into my eyes;
Don't be surprised by what you see.
There is a light behind them
That shines through for you.

Your eyes burn into me -
They tell of a hidden passion
Deeper than either of us knows
And it spreads to reality like fire.

Feel my touch on your bare skin,
Delicately my fingers pass over you,
But even this small contact
Has a power that is uncontrollable.

Your hands are refused their release
By a society that you created.
You are locked up, behind a wall,
And you can't reach out to another.

Sensations overwhelm us if we let them
But fear will never let us be happy
And, if we are afraid of feeling for one,
We won't feel for anyone at all.