The Middle
The isle between two worlds;
To the right, the door leads into
The colony of jovial foes, vibrant city
Lights generate petty love
Among covetous souls.
The door is left ajar,
I'm standing outside, a loner
keeping his distance but sneaking
a peek every once and a while
just to make sure he still doesn't
want to come in.Hatred. Malice.
Greed. Pettiness. Self-deception
emanating from blinding
artificial lights. Observing
and hating all this and more,
but never enough
to either get in or close the door.
THe middle hurts, the middle
enlightens, but there is never
enough light so that you can be
found. Even when it happens, you're
frightened. But then
To the left, the door reveals
A secret known even to those
on the other side, but to arrive there
you have to immerse in the middle.
Nobody wants to come in here, a few
that do end up here become flabbergasted,
their frisky faces turn pale,
conspicuous smiles become vacuous, if not
faded.A glance out of the corner of your eye
is enough to make you obsessed.The latter side
is where you want to give yourself away.
No enquiries, no questions asked.
Unconditional presence of pure love.
Copyright © Tamara Simic | Year Posted 2016
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