...the lie...

a recently recovered poem i wrote 4 or so years ago at summer camp:

the silence is a wall
between us
the distrust
another barrier
i raise my fist
bang at the barrier
tear at the wall
but
my friends are deaf

to them
reason means less than
a counterfeit penny

tears fall from my eyes
an oasis in the desert faces of
my friends

my friends
the distance between us
is now
too great to cross

as i turn
and walk away
my face hardens into a mirror
of my friends' faces

feelings freeze
we are icebergs