When She Stares
Tell the world to sleep, never knowing pain this deep, ever!
The ribbons wipe the dust from the surface.
But the depths stay filthy and untouched.
Touch, this is the silent killer. Be gone for good.
Here is where they shall attack the emotions root!
It pains to stay away more than it pains to be near.
A feeling grows to warm the soul. It’s better inside.
See that? Hear that? Taste that? Smell that? Touch that?
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2006
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