Fingers crossed 

through calloused 

palms through 

empty fields

of tans and browns

an endless mirage 

a recurring phenomenon

I feel like I know you

 

Teary eyed 

and criticized no

matter how much 

I materialized

mortified 

and patronized

I feel like I know you

 

Pins and needles

terrorize the gleeful

feet go numb 

and real pain is evil

a lingering phantom

an aching anthem

I feel like I know you

 

you,

who cling to the weak. 

you,

who bites before he speaks. 

you,

who carries dreams so clean

and fills them with a dreadful 

gleam. 

 

I do know you.