There are those with senses so acute as to
Detect hidden intent with a mere glance
And those so equipped live ragged existences
Apart and hidden behind many locked doors
They shun the masses and despise humanity
Because they see only the selfishness
That lies within all of us
Selfish desires they see hidden in the
Multi-colored prism of the eyes
Afflicted with this curse they seek to be alone
Trust is not an option and hope seems futile
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I See Through
PoéziaPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.
