Wednesday, May 18, 2005

A Thought

A Thought

too dark for you?
I wear her face,
a birthmark,
a death mask.
who are you
to see past it?

eyes, it's said
are the windows
of the soul;
and believe
when I say:
these blue windows
are closed.

you are a stranger
and I am stranger
than you know.


Not meant to be quite as emo/angsty as it sounds.

Many people, one in particular, got a glimpse of my "dark" side today.
Perhaps the perpetual tinge of strangeness about me was further explained.
Perhaps further mystified.
Who knows.

The addressee of the poem is a generalization.


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