Exposed
Okay,
you got me.
I’m a glass canister,
transparent , no secrets
maintained.
No doubt
you’ve touched
everything I hold dear
with your eyes.
Tell me,
does this knowledge
empower you, embolden you
and make you smirk?
You, in turn,
present a murkiness,
impenetrable, scoffing
without rebuke.
Mystery
serves to hold court
over the detailed perusal
of an open book.
Teach me
smokescreen creation
before you gain total dominion
over my dreams.
Or perhaps,
I must look to don
dark glasses, designed to hide
my portal eyes so that I am
at last beyond your influence.
Submitted for the FOS 'at last beyond your influence' challenge
The form used for this poem is Non-Ryming Free Verse.
By AlwaysMyWords
© 2008 AlwaysMyWords
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