Within the Tangled Thicket

A voice
A calling
A familiar stranger
Exiting the woods
Entering the light
I see my reflection
As a ghost
I haunt myself
There was no echo
Only blinders from within
Forced abstanance
Eyes and toungue
Removed by vicious bird
The result….
Of reaching out
Calling my name
In public domain
I was forced
Into… Exile.
Cryptic words
A message sent
To the Heart
A message of sorrow
An explanation
Of distant
Non existent
Words….
I must remain
In the shadows
Within the tangled thicket
News paper headlines
Blurred
And bled
Misunderstanding
What was read…
Living in suspicion
Every letter
Every word
The public Eye
Can Spy
And
Torture these
Bleached
Weathered Bones
So mote it be…

*(matthew bowers) ~93