Poetry | Amanda Davis
A strange jar to the face. Never lost but never to embrace.
“If that’s the way you want it, that’s the way you shall have it.”
You wanted to leave it alone, but you knew you were right.
I’ve already forgotten everything you’ve said…
Can you drown out the sound as well as I can?
Eyes on me, you begin to decode.
A season of strength turns into a season of sorrow.
“You’re the rose thrown on stage that goes unseen.”
“The black street-cat under the super moon’s glare.”
Share your secrets if you dare!
You’re undisturbed. I stand corrected.
Your uninvited glare seeping through my messed up, clogged up filtered walls.
So I fight the penetration.
That’s my war, after all.