A Road of Poetry

Fearful as One

It seems we are all fearful,
Helpless,
In despair,
And out of touch.
Why does it hurt so much?

When we wear our masks
Hiding,
Crying,
Behind a smile;
We are trash thrown to a pile.

Yet we still exist in our enirety,
Breathing,
Bleeding,
All the same,
All sharing the human name.

We cry when we are sad
Excited,
Happy,
Exhiralated-
Darkness for a moment faded.

Then we reveal our faces
One face,
Two-face,
Eyes of iridescence
Show our guilt and innocence.

It seems we are all fearful,
Fearful as one.
Strong together,
Let's stand against the current,
We each our own insurgent.