Shadows
The ones that you don't see,
Those hiding in the shadows.
Seen as unfit, for this society,
Or living, breathing freak shows.
An ugly rock, with a golden core,
Weathered and brutalized.
If only people stopped, to learn more,
If, instead of judging, they realized.
These are the ones, to drop their things,
All that they have, to help an unknown.
Souls that know what kindness brings,
Wandering the shadows, unseen, alone.
By: Shane Paul
Those hiding in the shadows.
Seen as unfit, for this society,
Or living, breathing freak shows.
An ugly rock, with a golden core,
Weathered and brutalized.
If only people stopped, to learn more,
If, instead of judging, they realized.
These are the ones, to drop their things,
All that they have, to help an unknown.
Souls that know what kindness brings,
Wandering the shadows, unseen, alone.
By: Shane Paul
This Poems Story
It always seems to be the ones with the least that try to help the most. This is for them and the ones that give more than they expect.
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