It lingers on <br />Haunting thoughts <br />blemishing sights, <br />It was there: <br />when I thought not <br />It knew: <br />when I stayed unaware <br />The look I vowed <br />never to see <br />was there all the time <br />Mocking my naïveté! <br /> <br />How the desire to <br />strangle the hold <br />Captivates the soul <br />But the hands are tied <br />Feet chained <br />Lips tamped. <br />they utter not <br />What they crave. <br /> <br />Helpless in the <br />Hands of desire <br />Blistering bitterness <br />grow. <br />With break of <br />each dawn <br />Its begotten anew <br /> <br />Amid welter <br />of facelessness <br />My face still <br />appears <br />on all the <br />mirrors of <br />World!<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-portrait-10/
