kind perception is an act in which i am far from endowed,
as mahogany eyes flood, entirely void of faith,
and realization sets in; civil endeavors are a loss.
none seem amiable nor worthy of holding my regard;
yet, those fair, golden-specked windows can save.
in spite of the bane of society, at my feet and in my face,
glorious beauty does pour into each spoken word and look.
the sincerity i had believed a tale, indeed shines bright.
my wasted body may rest in peace, to rise fitter and cured.
apprehension gives way to hope in something more:
"there has to be something bigger than this"
yes, i do believe in the best of those words, once more.