Christopher David Greiner

1999

Blind Denial Who’s the foul apparition that has been hunting My soul as prey? What is it you want from me? Have I not given enough…blood…soul…tears…? Why must you lash out against me with your Venomous sting? Oh, I get it…you need an Excuse for your lack of self-control and feeling, Right? Sorry, you’ve come to the wrong place. I won’t give in so easily to your ruthless, icy Words. I see your game, but it’s an old style… No pity here. We won’t judge you, they say— But who are we to judge? They all have a motive, Right? Or was it a euphemism for ridicule? I need to get away…see the country…see the world. Maybe I should start with myself…then you’d see Where I’m coming from. I don’t ask much from you, So why do you overreact and always point to pressure? I smell your fear, seeping through the undressed Wounds of your self-esteem. Do I threaten you With my depth of desire…Or does your insecurity Frighten you? I’ve fallen beyond the torturous Tunnels of turbulence…Why won’t you wake up? I’m waiting for a question to your answer. Christopher David Greiner