Friday, June 24, 2022

The Unseen

Victim of my empathy
In and out of entropy
Up and down a city street
Meld with every man I meet
Blend in women that I see
Feel their little children's needs
Hear all human symphonies 
Would they rather I not read
See what they might never speak
Do they know it does not mean
I'm a juror judging things
I simply sense the unseen
And my hope is for healing