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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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.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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