PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

There is no such thing as good or bad neighbourliness,

Only faces that hide in the gaze,

Behind doors, distrust lingers,

Peering, never revealing its ways.

It is in suspicion that the bond loosens,

In the silence that weighs between walls,

And every word, though loose,

Carries ancient and obscure fears.

Good neighbourliness is a told myth,

A fable of bygone times,

For in reality, what is shared

Is a feeling of calculated steps.

There are no embraces, only courtesy,

A timid wave, almost lifeless,

And in the distrust that is created,

The chance of a dear soul is lost.

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