In sights


Sad hooded eyes

Look me over,

Stare into me,

Searching my soul

For empathy,

A kindred spark,


That we are one.

Lives held sacred,

Spirits unchained

Despite coiled wire.


We’re each encaged,

Trapped by limits,

Captive of views

Held by others;

Defining us,

Confining us,

Refining us

To imagery;

A dull shadow

Of former selves,

Bleeding vibrance

To worlds of grey.

But hope remains,

The spark still burns;

Words unspoken

Continue tales

Yet unwritten.

Share my story

Of wilds now gone

That glow in eyes

Hooded and sad.


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