Nature's Curse

And I but all buckled

senselessly into the eyes

of a stranger with arms

I was dying to know.

But his mouth spewed

hate and his heart hadn't known

love in quite some time.

But that's the tragedy of life,

all the coldest, hardest people we meet

were once as naive as dew drops

and as soft as water.

There is a strange advantage

of being carried away by nature 

of being cold and cruel.

He is no longer howling

with a thirst for knowledge

nor does he own a faint understanding

of just what life turn him into.

Despite the hate he speaks,

his captivating eyes are widened

to that fact and he will

survive for quite some time.

(M.S.)