the smell of eagerness was overwhelming, <br />so it made it easy to forget about you, <br />as your dancing on the stage, <br />accepting tips for your dignity, <br />isn't this exactly where you wanted to avoid, <br />yet your afraid you have been infected, <br />and may dropp dead in this place, <br />your tears offer you the solution, <br />that you walked away from months ago, <br />your gasps for air offer the comfort, <br />that you left months ago, <br />putting your hand up to reach, <br />grab, snag something, to pull it down with you, <br />the blood, <br />from the slice on your finger, <br />is the taste of sweet sorrow, <br />the look of panic in your eyes, <br />is the sweet sight of irony, <br />the rumble in your voice, <br />is the sound of sweet harmony, <br />for you were offered, and you denied.<br /><br />Matthew Boisjolie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/access-denied-5/
