Who To Talk - Poem by Mark Curtis
If i was told i had one last dream,
i’d dream a dream about a dream.
A dream i’ve had on countless days,
and still unsure of what it says.
Read on i ask, at end you might,
provide me with some wise insight.
For who is it i’m talking to?
a question that i ask of you.
Two meet, to talk, same likes the key,
though one is trapped, can not be free.
Can read one’s thoughts upon reflection,
but can’t look inside, can’t see affection.
Expressive look, hard to see at night,
still blurred as frame appears to light.
Wish to see the real inside,
as outside view can always hide.
Break it up, remove the screw,
let go of me the real you.
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