Have you ever walked through the path, known path, silently,
holding every ounce of breath within your pounding chest, but why are you
afraid and of what?
Silently, shamefully putting your head down, you walk by the
glaring eyes staring right into your soul, you’re cold yet you move yourself,
you’re afraid you’ll freeze to death if you stayed
What are those eyes seeking? Are you worthy of giving them
what they seek?
Maybe you know you are, yet cloaking your worthy nakedness
into the blanket of ignorance you walk.
It’s pounding crazy, you’re wondering if you were there in
their feet. You’re stone cold, trying hard to think of something pleasant
Yet you grieve inside, your soul moans and curse, you see
yet you don’t observe, you hear yet you don’t understand
They’re tired, at your doorstep they bleed, you know its
wounds from someone cruel, yet how are you not another cruel soul if you’re not
letting them in?
They call out to you, you don’t reach, they’re being
slaughtered yet you don’t speak
Wake up before you’re in their feet, bleeding to death at
someone else’s arete
