Tempest

Monday, 26 February 2007

Touch me not

“There are new words now that excuse everybody. Give me the good old days of heroes and villains, the people you can bravo or hiss. There was a truth to them that all the slick credulity of today cannot touch.”

Betty Davis, The Lonely Life, 1962

It shines brighter than anything,
Yet thin wisps of cloud cover it
You can see its yellow radiance,
Yet the winds blow in the cold
Surrounded in trusted comraderie are you,
Yet at every moment honesty eludes you
A wholesome vision shows you the world,
Yet at every corner a shadow draws blinds
Walking with eyes wide open,
Yet you pitch into the blackness
Every moment you trust
Every moment you doubt what you see
Suffocated in familiar crowds
The crux hovers in mysterious orbs
A hand reaching out to believe
A slap in the face for every step in trust
The misty fog you try to blot…
Your every breath screams
'touch me not'.

Posted by Pavitra :: 07:18 :: 7 comments