Tampering

who would turn away..
the person who freely gives away
..their very breath..
what would you hear?
if but to listen
you’ve heard it all before
so now you hear nothing
crying without tears
the ash tray is full
with tension filled narcissism
emptiness _
         dis-ease!
lungs pickled in poison
..breathe again..
shouldn’t faith be blind?
maybe if we didn’t have eyes
then we would truly see
are we walking in our sleep?
      feel!
..we are so comfortable with..
pain not being painful
what words are the truth you would believe?
is there room for the love..
..you had always conceived?
or is that now lost luggage on..
another plane of existence
now rendered as illusion
you tamper with my love
with your doubt, your suspicions, your backsliding
yet still, you are my every breath

no, not again!
don’t turn away from me

Rory

©RJ2008/10