The hidden road.

Don’t look at me that way,such looks can kill

Or fill us full of shame, against our will

As a child I knew looks such as these.

And other ones much worse that made me freeze

I wished I were a cloud that might dissolve

But then who would destroy our several selves?

I see the need that’s snails have for their shells.

Thus accidentally crushed too near the well.

We cover our own eyes but still that gaze

Eyes like daggers tempt us to our graves

Be strong my soul for human hate can sear

I will feel the pain and still be here.

And yet how tender are our human hearts.

If they harden  then the sentence starts.

That is the road to death and it is broad.

I must seek and find the hidden road