His eyes spoke, though
his mouth did not.
Through hazel--I came to
See,
emotions, thoughts, stories
that
he never told to me.
Imminent, the pain her
Felt.
Consious, was his mind
to the Evil of this world,
subject--only to time.
He thought I could not see,
thought I could not hear.
After all, who hears
a noisless cry?
Who sees what is not there?
But I did and I have
and I will for a while.
And while he is yet to
know himself--I do.
Angelou's caged bird,
the feathered prisoner.
Trapped--
longing to fly again.
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