Goblin's Soul Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

I’m not a spiritualist
nor a mind reader
just feel it weird
because I can read beyond your physical cover

I haven’t been to Tibet
nor the ruins in Egypt
haven’t went to Machu Pichu
nor bathe in the Ganges with the Hindus

just have this gift
of seeing beyond your face
a line in your forehead
I see them as a result of deep distress

ahhh yes,
you’re grieving for the lost
of your power to manipulate
grieving for the fleeting success
you lost in the rat race

the sour concave smile
is a result of the time
when you lost your being human
and evolve into a goblin slime

your belittling and disdain of other people
is a result of
your bitter soul
which cannot accept,
that there is another soul,
greater than you.