Walking aimless along a plane <br />Reverie consumes the hapless song <br />Seeming normal yet not quite sane, <br />Ideal form the heart belonged. <br /> <br />Sudden splash of chilly water! <br />Splinter of pain fly everywhere <br />Pieces on floor that she gathers <br />Jolt the senses here and there. <br /> <br />What is this, this beautiful pain? <br />Assail the mind with knives galore. <br />Soft, the senses don't quite maim <br />Her smooth actions, her head so lore. <br /> <br />A bolt of lightning, a thunder stroke: <br />Frail the trance, emboldens the form. <br />Form doth form a weary poke <br />That cornered the dream, e'er thus shorn. <br /> <br />Truth - defiant though unsolicited; <br />Misery/glee: all at once engendered.<br /><br />Tiffanie Lein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-81/
