Wednesday, September 17, 2008

tell me


i

Tell me what you wish for

Bring them all to me

I will keep them in my hands

Away from the

Wicked eyes of his world.

Ii

I have prepared my own world

Like a bed of my own

In my room

Come live and sleep with me

So we can be alone again

Iii

There are some other words

Still there

I am looking for the word

To say

The one which can tell all

My grief

There is none to describe it

And so it has remained

Unspoken

And so it goes on and on and on

Iv

This is my world

And I live here alone

Thick with walls

Walled with walls

Now I am at last

Untouched

By your unwashed hands

Now at last

I cannot see

I cannot hear

You and your impurities.

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