~a Knife Disguised~ Poem by Ed. Nigma

It's never easy tracing your steps in denial
Because you find yourself looking back
A moments tasting lingers awhile
While in the crowd you see a sad clown smiling back

And there's a hush under a whisper
Where every needle finds a home
For every touch there is a riddle
Where every kiss reveals a stone

And this glass house hidden in the shade
Of everything that's lost
Rests under the stars where stones are thrown
Shattered are the fallen pieces
Trampled underfoot for those in roam

So much is the little that is known
Like the sad song in a mutes eyes never sung
Helplessly waiting in a sorrow filled
Swamp full of syllables unexposed

Wading and tired, drowning all alone
While a boat passes by
And a fisher waves goodbye
While thinking all along that its hello