Sunday, May 19, 2013

is it mine?

I've seen that look
     felt that suppressed sob
     cursed that quivering lip
     carried that awful shame
That fear in your eyes, is it mine?

Cowering. 
     Retreating. 
             Hiding.

I heard that. Something just broke inside of you.
     innocence--yes, the monster lurks in your closet
     trust--hang up your cape, no one is going to catch you
     joy--where's your smile now?
Something just broke inside of me, too.