Everybody knows.
They hear in your prayers
silent voices, that stop
you, right where you stand,
staring out to sea.
Everybody sees
the scars that bare your soul,
in the light of morning
and touch eyes, so full
of Sorrow’s darkness.
Everybody knows,
the words you softly speak,
eyes closed tightly against
black, that caresses
all atrocities.
Everybody sees
your broken body lie,
disassembled, by your
thoughts, scouring a pit
of mournful anguish.
Still unsure of the title what do you think?
JC
