When you look at me,
What do you see?
My eyes are vacant,
They
cannot see.
I cannot feel,
I cannot hear.
And yet
I weep.
Can you not see my tears?
I have no face,
It's covered
in white.
I'm in my place
And crave the light.
My mouth
is full
With things to say,
It is bound-there is no speech.
Today,
for me will you speak?
The red of blood
Was once a flood,
Which
was mine and others.
Surely, we are still brothers.
When
you look at me,
What do you see?
My eyes are vacant,
They
cannot see.
Ralph L. Cole
September 10, 2003
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