I see what others dont

Walk down the street

All faces are seen

I see many things like misery

A story behind each face

Somebody having a story to tell

A man in his pool of blood  

What’s his story?

What’s that expression on his face?

Fear, regret, mercy……or could it be relief?

Could this man have been a gambler?

I read the faces we fail to see

The transparent emotions

I see the one called regret

The one called failure

It walks behind me everyday

A shadow never going away

Everybody with their own pain

Notorious feelings of shame

A once known woman with big dreams

Now begging on the streets for scraps of meat

She had so many memories

Now she’s talking to unreal things

Given a chance

But it dangled over a cliff

She just couldn’t reach it

She jumped and jumped so high

But it pulled away as a joke

Ruining her life

Kicking her aside, a rugged mop

Worn out and has lost its value

I see the faces of pain

I see the one called regret

The beast stares me in the face

Calling failure for backup

I know why people cry

I know why they wish to die