Wednesday, August 09, 2017

Poker Face

Reaching deep into the void for 
Traces of humanity 
I come away with nothing, 
No display, no commonality.

Emotion shriveled like a week-long 
Petal fallen from a rose 
Crumbling beneath my step, 
Nothing real to be exposed.

Where does one acquire the skill 
To hide behind such steely mask? 
Is it learned or is it gift? 
Is knowing far too much to ask?

Can a heart learn to suppress the 
Smallest twitch, the slightest glint? 
Muscles under such control they 
Fail to give a single hint.

I could reach out, offering a
Helping hand, a warm embrace,
If I could only know your thoughts, 
If I could read your poker face.

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