a PoeM

He wears the tattoos on his body like a shirt
She wears the frown that lines her face with hurt
Different people, different stories
Different persons, different worries

I wish, I hope, I pray
That darkness goes away

She draws the curtains to keep the lights out
He draws from his memories and yet he doubts
Different people, different priorities
Different persons, different disabilities

I wish, I hope, I pray
That darkness comes my way