The lie echoes slowly <br />through your open <br />feathered lips, <br />and I understand the reasons and why <br />the anger <br />Has not eclipsed, <br />Because moon light does not die; <br /> <br />Denial glares illumination, <br />Fear is the cover, <br />The depressed message flees the frustration <br />On the glass floor sailing over <br /> <br />In light waves on the deeper sea of eyes <br />Where the brittle bottle’s cap cannot reveal <br />Freud’s insight drifting outward cries <br />Tongue’s slip to the top blown off inside.<br /><br />Michael Timothy Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-anger-has-not-eclipsed/
