Cry for a shadow

The police man rattles on about stokholm syndrom

And paces in the room

He tries to crack me but he's the one to crack

He shouts at me"Cry for a shadow

A  ghost of a man"

So hard to hold...but mine

His choices are mine

I must be accountable

I know what's underneath the masks

I've pried everyone loose

Stared at or down the demons

So don't try and tell me I don't know

like I couldn't possibly see

Love is blind not retarded

And I could remain speechless and be just as sure

I think I will start now...

The End

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