Strange Attraction ~

Strange Attraction ~

 

Hiding-

Always hiding.

But who can save me from the pain?

Even if he could I . . .

Don’t think I could take him.

 

But why-

After I’ve been writing him for months,

Do I continue to close the doors?

I think-

That I’ve crossed a bridge,

Between my fancy and reality-

And have come to realize my dreams,

Were comprised of both.

 

But-

Now afoot on this plinth of reality,

I cannot seem to make my hands stretch-

Far enough to reach this man.

Even though he is so close to me now . . .

Will ever I touch, and bring him into my arms,

Like the object he parallels in fancy?

 

What is this strange phenomenon-

With all of its mesmerizing qualities?

 

Who are you, and why can’t you just leave-

Well enough alone?

And worse yet-

Why don’t I want you to leave me?

Reviews

[Chris]

Now this one has teeth... and could be deeply talked about. The stuff of coffee and tables and friends being ...the friends they are.

[Foxemerald]

Thanks very much for your review, Chris . . . I'm glad that it struck a chord close to home, in some way- or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say, 'impressed meaning.' I appreciate your thoughts.

[Philip Muls]

When you don't seem to control your own urges and emotions. When you constantly question your own motives and even sanity. When there is a crossing over of imagination into reality or vice versa.

Well done.

[Foxemerald]

Thank you for your review . . . I really appreciate it.