See Think Touch
How do the eyes draw so much
even 'till sight becomes touch
that the fall of a stream or a beam
produces such a curious gleam
that these false thoughts become real
as I imagine what I feel.
My reason to kneel, the end or fulfill
-ment of this plan to kill.
And when such beauty makes desire so bright
that temptation begins to rule the night
that horrible goodness that comes
from the jump and the run
leads me to life and yet also the gun
as I find myself staring and tricked into caring.
But find I
only distance in eye
while in mind
left behind
to the search I bind
myself to this hurt
constantly rubbing face in dirt
looking for a way to speak
to be strong when I am weak
and these secrets I must keep
so ever on inside I'll weep.
Knowing I've known Already
with my head up and beat steady.
Copyright © Shannon Callaway | Year Posted 2007
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