The Thin Veil... Poem by GRANT FRASER

I think if their
is a thin veil,

Then I am either
inside or behind it,
and cannot
make up my mind,
if I will live the rest
of this life, fenced in?

Now I cannot lift my hand,
(not physically)
but as towards something
that wills me on - 'to change! ',

My head will not lift
it,
even though my heart
resonates;

And if I say stop -
it continues...
and although it will
at some point,

'Stop beating! ',

I am still eagerly in search
of a great thought,
or act even,

The thin veil
as thin as it is,
gets even thinner
still,

And I can see my
own hypocrite looking
past it all, as if I couldn't
even lift, a solitary finger!

Lift¬! Lift`....

But I can't! lift this thing,
because of who I am,
and where I've been,
or my own worries
seem trapped at the fore,

Veil I can actually see quite
a lot through this,
and when I cut you, I feel me,
for the truth is so heavy!

So if I should end my days, still, with
that thin veil looming,
expelling seconds from the clock
of my last breathes,

let me out, show me a guide,
make me surprised,
I haven't felt free in ages,
and I need to know that you
are out there too,

Looking....