Forced Purgeory....

    A tower standing bluntly,
Oblivious to all redemption.
    A hand that seeks to pen,
That which it does not admit.
    A face, timed by lines,
Affronting all in it's wake.
    A fair child, destined by love,
To feel eternal possession.
    A tear sliding slowly,
Dodging the fist that strives to strike it from existence.
    A carousel turning endlessly,
Caring little for sickness and need.
    A corner in which stands anger,
Seared forever by misunderstanding.
    A coward fighting cruelly,
Inflicting pain on the blameless.
    A soul searching wildly,
Trapped by the bonds of confusion.
    A matchstick sparking soully,
Unaware of the power held within.
    A door standing open,
Enticing those who do not belong.
    A mind knowing reason,
Unremitting in belief.
    A shadow drifting, chilling the soul,
Choosing to separate when nobody sees.

alli july 97
modified july 98