Into the Deep

Don't look at me that way.
(You'll see too deep.)
Don't reach to grasp my hand.
(Else I shall weep.)
Again, the wounds are festering.
(Your touch will only make it worse.)
I know it never was by your intention.
(But still, your eyes reflect my agony.)
So please don't look at me that way.
(These echoes are parenthesized by fear.)
Please let me be.
(Insanity.)
Just let me sleep
(into the deep of soul)...

? Michaelette ?

9/15/2005
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