Realization
Heart races
beat beat beat
like a drummer on SPEED
foreign hands upon innocent
skin, breath going in and out
a natural pump, wind tunnel
fear transforms skin
into oily waterfall
pressure, charter of something
new, confusion akin to
madness, insanity
understanding absent
hoping the older, guiding
hands has the best intent
for you, hoping that the
guardian has best interests
at heart. At the time
realization of the truth
is submerged, takes several
years to realize
what took place. We never
comprehend the actions we do
to one another.
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
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