Who are you? - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Who are you?

Dark purple, green and black

these are your colours of today.

But where is your light blue dress

and where is the child's laughter?

Together we reached for Parnassus.

Admit it, you know how much alike we are.

And weren't we both agitated pondering

on such an unlikely friendship?

You promised to show me your mind.

You invited me to take a look

"come in" you said. But when I did

and told you of my fascination with

all that lives inside your head,

you built walls and boundaries.

You shouted "stop, can you not

see you are crossing lines here?".

Now your laughter is not gentle

and your voice is no longer clear.

Last time you really talked to me

there was so much anger in your voice.

I don't recognize you anymore.