mirror

I understand the plea of the innocent criminal. I feel the tortured soul of the one that The Fates uses to bring humor into their domain. I see the suffering that his gleaming smile hides not so well. I understand the tongue of those whose land is only graced by the sun only then retreats to let darkness of confusion reign. The cold of harden hearts and forgotten souls are present and fact.

I've taught the knowledge that comes from the ones whom do not feel.

"Love nothing but worship all that love."

"Say nothing but seem to know all and every."

When, I wonder, why it was I stopped looking in the mirror?

©Christopher F. Brown 2009