If you look at his face
You will see a smile
But look into his eyes
And see the emptiness
His soul is numb
Not even a crumb
From life's table
Left for the dog.
Without hope
Anesthetic emotions take control
Put out the fire
Numb the dream
That filled the pupil of the eye
Suboxon prescribed just narrows the pupil
Until the only thing seen
Is the next meal and prescription...
Nothing else.
The chaplain comes into his sight
Looks at the eyes and not the smile
Relationship established inside emotional bars
The chaplain begins to open some doors
Says 'you have some intelligence and an ability to discern'
The surprised prisoner says 'no ever told me that before'
The pupils begin to widen and the whites turn a little red
The eyes begin to change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem