Taunting

I can feel you there

Almost close enough to touch

Taunting me with things unable to express

The fact that I know we are all slaves

Beings incapable of change

You taunt and tease me

Because I believe in you

These fears I know are true

As I walk through

Hypnotized but not blind

To the ways of human kind

To my own mistakes before I make them

Unable to throw caution to the wind

My biggest mistake of all maybe

Tortured by the weight of my heart

Heavy with this knowledge

But unable to break apart

These words I read, these secrets I seek

Provide no power for retreat

Nor any weapons of escape

Some way to find terms to come to

I must create

ⓒ 2002 Shawn Michael Quinn