Secret Self

Have you ever felt,
trapped,
where no one knows you,
or would want to.
Where you seem like a fragment of existence,
where no one can see
who you truly are.

The joys of the earth,
light of the morn and breeze of the night,
seem as non-existent
and far away
as if you were at the murky bottom
of that vast, wide sea,
gazing up at a moon that you cannot see
but know, fervently,
that if there.

The keys of that dusty piano,
seem to play just for you-
that haunting melody,
that speaks of someone lost,
never to be found,
again.

24 Sept 2007

You smile,
eye bags like swelling cresents,
lips stretching in a worm-like grimace,
reveaing teeth stained with caffaine.