By CJ King
Submitted by hairdiva
Date: 2007 Nov 05
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Transgression

And so
I don't know much about trangression
Though I feel a certain frustration
And there is a music to the world
That I miss; in the silence
I can only wonder of transgression.
And the look in the eyes of those transgressed.
I can see it now, recognize it.  
Smell it like an animal out in the wild.
It's the look of silence, of an inner rage;
It's the look of hunger, of a misunderstanding
Of just what went wrong.  It's the look of
the bereaved, though in full I've not been completely
bereaved.  Not I.  Not yet.  
In small ways.  A little at a time, I suppose.  
But not enough to scream it out.  Just enough
To miss the music.  Just enough to feel the hollow.
Just enough to know the meaning, the feeling,
The essence of
transgression.