All that Beauty seen through all the Haze
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the excruciating pain of
life.
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the tears, which glitter at
every thought of what is happening
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the walls of heartache and
tormented life
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through clouds of pain that hide
beneath
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the sparkle of hope for a
better day
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen though the scars that are bore by
the mother’s womb
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the guilt felt by the
parent trying to protect their troublesome kid
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the crowd, rowdy to crucify
he who has done wrong.
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the rapist, pleading not
guilty, for such a Sodomise crime.
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the eyes of the murders
victim, begging for mercy, begging for their life to be spared, begging for
forgiveness of a crime they never committed.
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the tears of an innocent
little girl, asking why me
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the stolen innocence of the
little girl or boy, guilty of the molesters crime, carrying the guilt day and
night, trying to remove the daunting stain of stolen innocence
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the victim’s scars bore in
secrecy for they are scared of being judge of what they have not committed.
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the silence of society, who
utter no word, and let the innocent be tormented.
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the fabricated stories read
from our tabloids
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the judgmental eye of the
media, waiting for that daunting story, waiting for that crack in the glass
house, waiting for the spill, for them to hover and splatter the secrets behind
the walls
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the eyes of the old lady
begging for mercy and forgiveness, for their own kids have turned against them
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the eyes of the homeless,
through the cold winter nights
The
beauty before my eyes can be seen through the tears of a one upon a time
promiscuous lady, now crying for their lives, begging for a second chance
The
beauty that lies before my eyes is so visible through all the pain that is felt
by society, for they bare the spark of hope. For they carry the star of a
better day. For the refine the diamond of evil doers.
The
beauty that lies before my eyes is filled with the overflowing of tears, seas
filled with cries of mercy, forgiveness, love, and peace
The
beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through all this pain.
T-Angelz Creations
By: T. Sibiya
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