The Acolyte

Ever feel possessed? Ever told you have an old soul? It's too late for Halloween but here's something I dusted off from one of my hidden journals.

You turn away and I smile, but look away as you turn back.

A simple life arithmetic that cannot be altered

As time is in theory linear,

As finite and imaginary

As the distance we fake in thought and  ideology.

 

Respondent and resplendent as a ripple

I flourish as you have touched my life with your will and desire. 

 

You may never know the extent of this protection from inception,

for I am the language forgotten from conception.

I am the siren to those unable to withstand their fate.

 

A confused power over which you have no  grasp of its potential exudes from you.

The thought of your touch derives no sensation, but your pain sears through me.

Your kindness proves to be too selfish;

You should be selfish instead

 

Reviews

[Brett Campaigne]

You really extrapolate the moment with insight and excellent word play. The last line is a powerful conclusion, very cunning. I can also respect your rhythmic line break style, which I find myself using alot myself.