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