Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Confessor audience, I’m dead afraid
I’ve no one else and therefore I’m alone
and you alone receive me—not the eye
I pray will find my soul attractive, nor
the eye whose fairytale perspective I
depend on hopefully; alone with you—
the stranger face I’ll maybe never see,
the stranger hand that never touches me,
the stranger lover truth I never knew
was stranger than the love true loves deny
me. I’m afraid I’ll never meet the One or
perhaps that One does not exist. Why
continue verse on lovelorn verse for only
plural yous that single yous evade?