Judgment.

I watched a man who seemed insane, at best.
He spoke to himself with animated gestures,
And unexpectedly broke into laughter
Until something, only he knows what,
Ticked him off, and he yelled at an apparition
Visible only to his keen eyes, stabbing it with his fist.
He then stood up on his two wobbly feet
And began to dance a dance with no choreography
To music that was audible only to his ears.
His physical appearance only contributed
To his disheveled aura- tethered clothes and dirty hair.
I wondered how one lived in such a desperate state of insanity,
So emotive, so unafraid, so real, so unapologetic.
So undeniably damaged.

I watched a woman who seemed insane, at best.
She sat in silence with her hands folded,
Staring intently, deep into the nothingness.
Her face betrayed no emotion, her body was tight.
I wondered if she had a soul, she seemed so statuesque.
She sat still, only her eyes moved occasionally-
Perhaps she would fall apart if she moved even slightly,
And smiled a cold smile that reached not her eyes.
Her physical appearance only contributed
To her prim aura- crease less suit and hair secured tightly.
I wondered how one lived in such a desperate state of insanity,
So cold, so predictable, so guarded, so unalive.
So undeniably damaged.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s