Broken Chains
by MELODY WISK
Abstract portrait of humanity,
smiling enigma
that walks in shadows.
When you take my hand,
does the lack of warmth
make you shiver?
Unexplained fear grips
your heart as blood turns
to sludge.
I am the beast inside every man
kept chained to compassion.
Should empathy parish,
thoughts decay, love is
diseased.
Evil is what you see.