It lingers on
Haunting thoughts
blemishing sights,
It was there:
when I thought not
It knew:
when I stayed unaware
The look I vowed
never to see
was there all the time
Mocking my naïveté!
How the desire to
strangle the hold
Captivates the soul
But the hands are tied
Feet chained
Lips tamped.
they utter not
What they crave.
Helpless in the
Hands of desire
Blistering bitterness
grow.
With break of
each dawn
Its begotten anew
Amid welter
of facelessness
My face still
appears
on all the
mirrors of
World!
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-portrait-10/
