(After watching The Aviator…)
.
Am I sane…
because i say so,
or you…
who do not know
…me?
.
If only life were as neat
as the closing chapters in a book,
but entrails creep,
seep through scars unhealed,
carry forth unfinished mortal wounds
which stain the lenses of my eyes
to colour my vision
and only You can heal my sight ~
make me fit to fight
for what is right.
.
©Denise G Allen, 06 June 2013 05:57