It felt so close I could almost taste
The honey scented hemlock drizzled without haste
As your poetry once spilled and filled
The crevice of my soul it stilled
The reaching seeking screeching dead
As visions drowned my once fine head
Intoxicated by your ink
Pulling me, leading me, to the brink
It felt so close, I could almost end
The endlessness that my soul defends
The reaching, seeking screeching moan
Of a long lost spirit, far from home
Oh how oft\' I wandered beyond my secret forest place
As familiar footsteps I sensed and traced
The paths of the other like a disciple followed
But their lands were filled with lies to swallow
It felt so close, I inhaled those lies
Became all I wanted to despise
Where prose was silenced and fake smiles wide
Perhaps my own face is my disguise?
So that one day when I imagined home
I realise now I was all alone
It felt so close to dream with you
But I\'m all your worst nightmares suddenly true
It felt so close I could almost taste
The honey scented hemlock drizzled now with haste
Where your poetry lies lost and hidden
My banished soul. Cast out. Forbidden.