They see it not.
Their eyes open to me,
yet their heart remains closed.
My mind a web of ideas,
my heart a compass.
Warps of mercy and construction,
wefts of brutality and destruction,
how to share this tapestry?
Words?
Wounds?
No methods appear.
Am I to be silent?
What to say?
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
They see it not.
Their eyes open to me,
yet their heart remains closed.
My mind a web of ideas,
my heart a compass.
Warps of mercy and construction,
wefts of brutality and destruction,
how to share this tapestry?
Words?
Wounds?
No methods appear.
Am I to be silent?
What to say?