Poète Maudit III

Sitting on urban sidewalks,
Not out of necessity, but instead of curiosity,
Following strangers with dulled eyes,

Telling time traditionally,
(By number of people who avoid his stares)
They, scared of what inhumanity he can see in them,
The darkness within them all.

Irreparably fragmented minds turn their attention the other way,
When the sitting man’s eyes dart into their souls,
They hide their eyes, but it is not those that he uses as spectacles,
To peer into their hearts, he uses his mirror…
Deception at its finest.

Poète maudit,
Sitting on the fringes of society.


Poète Maudit

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