Friday, 17 July 2015

You Don't Know Me

I am many things
fleeting colours, sounds
sometimes remembered –
I get around
But you don’t know me

My outward face
the never-shifting mask
rarely seen beyond
and few who ask
But you don’t see me

I am darkness
I am pain
but beauty
for those who remain
But not

In blindness
you stumble away
I set you free
You will never

© 17/07/2015.

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