Is It Love?
Leaning lifelessly like a mannequin’s limb
With one blue eye drowned in another’s green envy
‘Dear John’ I wrote, regular as a breath
To declare on the phone would work without voice
Sweet Susie, don’t complain – I chose you under the tree
But, in an orchard too far to slip through the leaves
Can you not find another way to scare me?
Without expression burns your blind stare, cold.
Maybe in a dream I slept to a secret truth
As your neck hangs stiff over an outstretched arm
Perhaps I knew’.
When the fading of screams comes to a head
You were never alive so can you ever be dead?
Am I here or are you there?
Confusion moulds my mind to air
Show me a smile, or sigh with grief
Prove to me you are complete
Who’s on the wrong side, it’s just not clear
I saved you from your window, spared your fearTags: Political Poetry
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