Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2014
It used to be a guessing game
The bluffing and the lies
Uneasy is the fall of foot
When blindness grips the eyes
With shade as your protection
It was tough to disagree
But the lights are on
And now I see

The shadows danced about you
And wove your words like lace
But now they lie behind you
And the light shines in your face
A rabbit in the headlights
With no where else to be
But the lights are on
And now I see
Ben Jones
Written by
Ben Jones  Leeds, UK
(Leeds, UK)   
413
   --- and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems