Beauty Confused - Poem by Eric Jensen
Crimson tears roll slowly
Off the face of beauty,
Forsaken, left behind in a world
So lost in avarice.
On her knees, she weeps,
As the mortal toll of
Humanity drags her from her feet,
All alone in a world of hate.
Voices call to her,
Hands reach out for her,
Frieghtened, she screams,
And beats away the hands.
Unwavering, against her assualt,
One determined hand continues
To reach her in the dark
Cowering in fear she cries.
In the shadows appears, a man
He wraps his arms around her,
Embraced by this familar warmth, benign
She at last understands, she is not alone.
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