I am.....
I am
The twitch of your curtain
Your future uncertain
Your mosquito bite
Your sweats in the night
Your nightmares repeated.
Your hopes all deleted.
Your sighs half forgotten
Your morning sheets sodden.
The stone in your shoe
The steak you cant chew.
The lines on your face
The years that you race.
The shadows that haunt you
The memories that taunt you.
The tears in your eyes
The smile in your lies.
Yvonne Brunton
Fri 4th May 2012 20:55
oho that last line is the killer! A powerful poem worthy os a stage delivery. I can hear the last line as a wistful yet sinister sotto voce. XX