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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