Beyond My Fingertips
Sometimes in the intensity of loneliness
a silhouette of your face makes a block within my mind
and sometimes as I reach for the silhouette
I feel it shatter into dust beyond my fingertips
It hasn't just faded to be recalled at a later destiny
but disappeared into the shallow depths of my mind
like a memory which has been vanquished
by amnesia with no hope of surfacing.
I am blocked in by four white walls
which relinquish me to lonelinee
and soak the pit of my brain with their dull, white body.
Yet, I am not cleansed from its wrath
but thrown in a whirlwind of mass confusion
until my body has struck the walls
and I fall helplessly to the floor
--and still yet I cannot see your fce
Only the dust swept across my fingertips.
Robin Coe is a journalist and author. She wrote the fantasy novel "Fly on the Wall" and graphic novel "Illustrated Book of Wrath".