Elie's Poetry Corner

The candle flickers on it’s stand he hugs her waist and holds her hand. He gently whispers in her ear so softly she can barely hear. He tells her all the things he craves the words for her alone, he saves. Undoing buttons on his shirt as he gently lifts her skirt. Her hands they seek a place to rest and find one on his hairy chest. Hands sliding slowly  over skin awaken feelings deep within. Mixing love and lust and passion in a careless lover’s fashion. Hands unsteady, body shaking as if the very earth were quaking. Sweet release; a lover’s bliss followed by a gentle kiss. So out of love begins a life free of tension and of strife, without flaw in every way perfect as a summer day.

Can it be a lie If everyone but you... if everyone believes it's absolutely true? Am I really crazy? am I really weird? Am I really lazy  Is it as I've feared? Are the ones that taunt worse than those who lie? Pretend to be my friend and soothe me when I cry? Is the world evil or is the world good? Am I really crazy, or just misunderstood? Is there anyone who truly cares for me? It's like I'm in a cage. When will I be free? I think sometimes the world is just the way I see it So there is no escape, there's no way I can flee it. This world is so absurd that surely it's a dream so soon shall I awake, from it with a scream? For the real enemy is purely in my mind and that I cannot see and so I must be blind. If only I could turn into a block of stone never would I feel so utterly alone.