A dead man walked.
To himself he talked
No one spoke back.
He got really sad.
He closed his eye.
To see what resides.
Behind all lies.
That hide front his eyes.
Within he began.
To see life breathing.
Deep in slumber.
Sheep without number.
Sprang out in view.
All became true.
In light he saw plight.
The righteous of right.
The wrong of song.
A place he didn't belong.
Too big his soul.
Too bright his glow.
A sight unknown.
In the thralls all shown.
Untrue.
A dead man does not walk.
He glides.
Overall, that seeks to hide.
Their face from the light.
Of true sight.
For he is blind.
By love.
Sweet as a dove.
Swift as a hare.
He falls not snare.
To the trap of sympathy.
For he hath known empathy.
For he is blind
To all he is kind.
A dead man walks.
; More than meets the eye is thy.
About the Creator
Jameel Hodges II
A young man living as best I can to walk as the sages, scribes, and leaders of tribes. All are welcome as they are and for who’ve they’ve chosen to be.
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