The eyes open wide to see
The pain within this world.
Horrors that should never roam
Through any line of vision.
They see:
The beaten.
The self-multilating.
The shunned.
The dead.
The missing.
The ears take in sound
Without any other choice.
Bringing noise into the mind,
Never to allow it escape.
They hear:
Haunting screams.
Hateful exchanges.
Cruel taunts.
Last words.
Lonesome silences.
The skin responds openly
To any negative touch.
Refusing to hide its distress
When happiness is stripped within.
It feels:
A bone breaking.
A knife slicing.
A gunshot striking.
A life dying.
A cold freezing.
The nose serves to warn
Of dangers too hidden to see.
Reminding the person it sits upon
To stay away from the source.
It smells:
Odors that disgust.
Chemicals that poison.
Flames that burn.
Substances that kill.
Airs that remind.
The tongue is meant
To taste the inner qualities.
For some tortures only reveal
Within the outer shell.
It tastes:
Bitter medicines.
Sweet temptations.
Sour healthfoods.
Bittersweet goodbyes.
Salty surrenders.
With all this intake,
The mind and body must revolt.
To expell the pain within,
Becoming whole again.
It cries:
Tears of fear.
Tears of suffering.
Tears of neglect.
Tears of sorrow.
Tears of lonliness.
As the last tear cascades,
The mind is once again clear;
Wishing to turn off bodily senses,
As new teary recipes are made. |