Sad Eyes - A Short Story
by Meg Sechrest
I once met a man who didn't know himself,
His actions were unkind.
The loss inside himself was love,
yet he continued his search for
He was begging and pleading
for deeper connection;
His soul cried out,
But his heart stayed buried,
where no on could find it.
Until a savior came, a rescuer,
to redeem him from his torment.
But he kicked and fought against
He stayed wrapped in his torment,
comfortable a little while longer,
without a smile to grace his face,
looking at his objectifiers with
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