Voyeur
Voyeurs come in many stripes
standing at the edge of light
peering from the depths of shame
knowing where to place the blame
scripture written on the self
lifted from the holy books
skin absorbs the greater truth
without regard for consequence
spoken clearly behind the mask
worn to damn the realm of doubt
becomes the journey of the mind
slick with tears from the beyond
the steps are taken down the path
away from orbs of calm insight
remaining while world retreats
voyeur of the private grief.
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