Damon Winter The Dallas Morning News [picture credit]
Poem originally posted Thursday, February 12, 2009
Senses
With eyes wide open,
How blind can you be.
Or is it an act,
You've perfected for me.
I speak my mind,
With a silent voice.
Your ears are closed,
I have no choice.
Your hands grown cold,
And no longer touch.
Reaching out, why bother,
Doesn't get me much.
Lips that speak sharp,
No understanding or grace.
The kisses quick,
Contempt in your face.
My senses are crisp,
And unfortunately see.
The things that are no longer,
Between you and me.
Is it too late,
To reconnect our hearts.
Or do we live our lives,
As seperate parts.
Is it up to you?
Do you open your eyes?
And see the senses,
That tell no lies.
8 Comments and Reactions:
Very thought-provoking poem. You did good on this!
Secretia
nicely spun VL...and a very real & chilling subject matter...
Very nice. Not a repeat for me. I wish I could do that.
This is not a repeat for me either, but I really loved it!
I love the last verse...very true!
thought provoking,,beautifully written.....
I haven't seen this one before, I like it though! Except it sounds like you may have a bonehead brother. LOL
Wow. I got goosebumps! You have a way with words.
Another great one.
Love the image too. Saw an almost similar one on devianart, wanted to use it. But couldn't get permission, artist wanted me to pay her..
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