Pantomime the soul

Your mute Soul ;

Vacuous, Expressionless, lays in you.

Numb and Stolid.

I Fathom the Bleakness of your Essence.

But why did you concede without a Fight ?

Why has your fire been Extinguished ?

You seem to be a symbol of shame and Devestation,

maimed, mangled. I miss your Fluttering spirit.

Your wings are clipped

and you unable to fly free remain confined

pain consuming you.

Scream, wail, mourn.

cry and pour out.

Why you remain numb ?

Yet your disability has not spread to

the Object of sight. It inundates the Truth,

the pain, the torment
For I see it pantomimes your soul.

with love
Your reflection