IN POETRY KEPT

You did not see me
Glass before screen
My shadow disguised
Heartbroken, half dreamed
My eyes tearidden
My soul outstretched
The rhythm of life
In poetry kept.

An angels pathway
Hidden from view
Wearing words as a cloak
Each letter a clue
To the riddle of suffering
By wayside to fall
Loves unequal sword
A hearbeats recall.

The stranger who shuffles
Away from the crowd
Aged and forgotten
Wearing the shroud
That covers injustice
Wide and for all
Thankful for words
You never witnessed my fall.