Have you seen them?
The bruised souls,
With dark circles, baggy eyed,
Building castles in the sky.
Have you seen them?
With weighted smiles,
Writing poems in the dark,
Picking flowers from the park.
I’ve known many of their kind,
With the stunted, broken stride,
Sinking deep into their thoughts,
Reaping seeds of tragic loss.
There’s no romance to be told,
Little triumph in the mud,
Yet, as one can mend the bone,
So, can too one heal the soul.
It is safe, down in the hole,
But there´s much still to be known,
So, allow the buds to blossom,
and the darkness to be gone.
