John Criste, poet
Mike Cantwell, artist

Shapeless

Shadowed by the loneliness and the tears,
I still remain shapeless.
Traveled through the echoes and the screams,
I still remain faceless.

Fatigued from all the pain and the cries,
I still remain scarred.
Fused behind the mirrors and the skin,
I still remain barred.

Hoping for a new beginning at life,
I still remain selfish.
Despite of the heart and the soul,
I still remain childish.

Looking inside my own hatred and silence,
I still remain disfigured.
Fueled by the misery and the torture,
I still remain hungered.

John Criste