To Find A Trace Poem by Sensuelle Briden

So many symbols to discuss;
So many thoughts to find a fuss;
So many feelings to disguise
If there’s a wish to bring the lies

To outer world; to inner one.
Why do they do that? Just for fun?
I wouldn’t say; I think they just
Don’t realize how long it lasts.

They just forget that every act
Has its own twin; the world reacts
Exactly to that part of theirs
They put into non-verbal sense.

So I am glad to find a trace
Of every single thing I gazed
And took it as my truth; but what
Was that – my knowledge? Oh, hell not!