Upon The Soul...:

Lost  
In a sea
Of faces hostile,
Not daring to meet
The greedy eyes,
Set to devour
All within sight.
 
I approach some faces
Seemingly kind,
But shy away,  
When nearing I find,
Their eyes a-mocking,
Fingers accusing ,
Point at random.
(Reasoning at rest
Flowing with the rest).
 
Their talons  
Rake up with glee,
The hurt buried  
Deep inside me!
 
Unobtrusive,
I pass a glen
So full of men,
Gathered for fun
At the expense of
Other men!
 
I withdraw silently
Into the night,
To gleam a sight
Of souls pure,
Who’d ignore  
Bodies mortal,
And concentrate
Upon the soul!
JLynn23 JLynn23
22-25, F
May 9, 2012