Fear of myself,
strapped to my bed;
My shame is dark,
how many have bled?

You crept in my room,
smoke through a crack;
thieved my most precious,
your night-heart so black.

Pantomime love,
you put on so well;
disrobed my soul,
blushing hard I fell.

Your voodoo mirage,
wicked thief I see;
sacrificial little lamb,
that believed stupidly.

A spotlight white-hot,
exposure from above;
behold, the mask breaks,
a villain disguised as love.

~sbhenderson C.2004

Suzette!
Wow...what a powerful poem!!!

Silke! I hope that you are feeling better.... thank you, it's a poem in response to my "Poison" poem...
many kind thoughts to you, Suzette