TOUCHED

by Nevada Kerr


I don't know what to make of you
I've given up the chase
At once in places more than two
Without a blemish on your face

A weary jester feeling witty
You preen and make a scene
A deafmute ghost arousing pity
There's no humor in your screams

With the ebb and flow you come and go
Spouting riddles in between
Spreading terror-joy and merry woe
And laughing up your sleeve

I honor the unknown beyond
This unseen sea of lies
The half dead and the semi-born
Who refuse to compromise

Nightmare rapture demon whore
Exciting hope and fear
I think of you and think no more
You're more than I can bear


Written by © Raven Drake
November 25, 2005.

Created: July 2006 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 12/7/06