Spiralling Poem by Andy Brookes

how many versions are there I wonder each though a carbon copy hold different keys to different doors
but them we appear to other in the guise they choose or you do.
Never the same twice or thrice.

We danced in a masquerade ballchanging rules mid stream
feet wet.
The mirror is all you have and that lies; it cannot see into the seething mass of me.
your fears, hopes and dreams lie landlocked never to skim making waves
across the vast ocean of imagination.

what is the blood price for a murdered childhood?
dowry for a bartered bride whose tears fill seas?
what, I wonder, is your payment for the cruelty inflicted

what you saw as weakens, was strength and what you saw as kneeling
under the yolk was defiance.

inner worlds are sacred and those you cannot inhabit.
with you it was always about winning but you lie in you uncomfortable cleft
a prisoner fettered unable to sing, lost.