Meager Mind

Expressing truth is a gift, but is often shadowed by corruption We see the world through filtered screens that impair our judgement Of how she smiles, and how he laughs Withered children grow from sickness as their hearts slowly stop Yet time erodes away in front of us secluding perception in a box closing off beauty, and eternal spirit Seeping through the cracks of life is haunting death that frightens us Somehow in our tiny understanding of life we miss the real truth worth living and deteriorate with the lost souls around us