By Ami E. Bowen
You stand there, arms crossed, eyes turned inward
I wonder what your thinking.
I wonder what thoughts run through that mind of yours
Head lifted, you sneer at everyone around you
They are below you
So far below
I long to shove past my fears and face you
Make you see me
Flirt with death as I caress your cheek
I wonder what it feels like
But I cannot
I cannot bring myself to be so bold
It would be like trying to touch the face of God
Such things are simply not done
So I will continue to watch you
You stand there, glaring with your midnight eyes
Eyes of a killer
Flickers of pain from the past in thier depths
Quickly hidden amongst overpowering pride
You ask me what I want
Why I am there, annoying you
I smile and answer;
"I want to touch the face of god..."
But that is impossible.
For you are untouchable...