What they say matters if telling is in truth,
You think yourself well covered but you don’t see what they do.
What they say sends lightening volts, thunder taps your brain,
You thought yourself recovered but you need to think again.
What they say can’t touch you, prick your skin and you will bleed,
Your thoughts will manifest again in loneliness , double speed.
What they say, if they mean well, is only for the good,
You see them only in clear light, free from shrouded hood.
I somehow asked their opinion, telepathically perhaps?
My energy drew questions, momentary lapse?
© Michelle Sotiriou 2014