Trapped With Eyes That Never See
You claim soul sickness through all that you see;
and yet you’re blind—to your own vitriol.
Marching to the beat of hubris’ call,
you project your faults upon all but thee.
All that your mouth spews out is ‘Woe is me!’;
You flash the eyes…of an innocent doll,
whose evil is hidden within the pall
of the darkness within—such jealousy.
And though you claim to be misunderstood;
friendship denied…for no reason nor rhyme
in the end, the truth—through your mask, it burns.
As you linger within hate’s murky woods,
crying out! Exclaiming an unjust crime;
Those with eyes see, move on as the world turns.
© November 4, 2010 CRF