A Lone Injustice

March 4, 2012
Lost in the crowd,
One blur amongst many.
A face in a shroud,
Clouded by fears aplenty.

A hardship, a heartbreak,
Protects the guarded soul.
A care, a fair shake,
Prises it from the hole.

The soul broken free,
Knows not what will come.
What for it there will be,
Or what it will become.

A lonely ghost it floats,
Above the huddled streets.
Tossed and thrown about,
Is the whisper by a world effete.

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