HIDDEN
Buried in the furrowed wrinkles of time
Blackened moonbeam shadows,
life’s tightrope. Blind.
An urgency grows, down deep inside.
Slithering shadows, life’s energies, stream,
metamorphorizing deception, something sown.
Unclothed bloodsuckers, blood lines embellishment.
Hovering, mocking, chafed by chattering mouths.
Sycophants playground. I know I can’t hide.
19.April. 1998 © TeAnne