Sandi Reager

Poetry

Statue

Like the wind that passes through your hair

Wind can be felt, but not seen

I feel the pain of the wound

And the trickling of the blood

But I can't find the source

And you don't see the pain I'm in

You see the mask I wear

Like the masks of Masquerade that we hide under

No Love Here

I never loved you.
I don’t know what gave you that idea.

You’ve been going around saying we’re friends -
Well, baby, you’re wrong.

This so called friendship is all up in your head.
Why don’t you come back down and face reality?

There’s no love for you here.

Statue by Sandi Reager

No Love Here