Both In and Out

Surrounded by a wall of fire.
Protection that would never
set him free. He couldn't see
or touch or feel within a total
sense of empathy.

Hiding in his family history.
Decrying wounds that left no scar.
Rage vented through the bars
he'd set across the many doors
of the exposure of his heart.

In part, it was a matter
of a greater system's failure.
Yet greater still, his will became
the only course he knew.

Strategies and battle tactics.
Secrets left untold.
While folded deep
inside of him, the miracle
of soul kept taunting him.

Was it still the same...?
That image of the feminine
he'd always held within.
It only came when staring
into someone else's eyes.

Only when the love that he'd
denied had taken over.
Diving back under the covers,
screams began to fill his nights
and days. As another great
symposium was built upon his pain.

The sadist and the masochist
lived on in his beliefs. How could
he base his life upon mere moments
of experience...? And there,
he lost his balance yet again.

Of what was he composed...?
Beside the wounded flesh
that still encompassed all his life.
From where...? The voices playing
in his head took sustenance.

Surrounded by a wall of fire.
Protection that would never
set him free. He couldn't see
or touch or feel within
a sense of empathy.

It always rose within him as
a battle to be fought. When all
his heart and soul had ever sought
was love - so real, the rest
was swept away...

? Michaelette ?

7/11/2003
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