To You Poem by Mike Ski

Our eyes met.

The battle wounds you wear
Match my damaging stare
Your beauty etches images in stone
Chiseling me, cornered and all alone

Letters amongst the scatter

Words are cancer glasses
You've matched the masses
Impaired from the heart
Should've known from the start

Courage a lion couldn't gather

A glance away strapped to that mind
Genuine compassion you could find
Yet ghostly whispers mention your name
Lost in the glamor of your skin-deep fame.