DISSIDENCE

From old familiar windows
Light shines, both
Laughter and lies ring out
Striking me hitting me
Like stones

In old familiar gardens
Order rings out
Colour and fragrance escaping
Passing me not touching me
Like Darts

From old familiar faces
Friends smile
Giving off warmth
For me a cold stare
Burning me with their guilt

For me a worm handshake
Turns to an accusing finger
Pointing me out
Then turning
Lowers its gaze

Now l say what l feel
Between the lines
Hoping not to be seen
Hoping to be heard
Truth escaping