At Least for Today
Madness
I Long To Run
The Tightrope
Unheard Cries of a Child
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I was relentless
In my game
I teased
with little mercy
My eyes
Told them yes
Told them
I was hungry
Yet
with my words
If I chose
would cut down
Shut down
Then
A new night came
For me
A night
When I found myself
Losing control
My game becoming
Difficult to play
With a prey
That I found
New...frightening
My teasing
Was now and quickly
Becoming my own
Torment
My mind swimming
Searching
Grasping
For my control back
As he leaned in close
I leaned in as well
closing my eyes
Breathing him in
I no longer cared
If he was taking notice
Of my submission
My surrender
As I closed my eyes
I drifted in my mind
To some other reality
He turns to me
I feel him
as he reaches for me
I take a deep breath
Drowning
at the touch
And the smell
Of him
Tasting him
I no longer
Wanted
To play this game
This prey
Had taken that ability
Away from me
My skills of hiding
I lost my mask
I was defeated
By this seeker
Melody Clark
Copyright© December 8, 2012
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