For The Pained Spirit
eyes like red-hot lasers
withered all they saw
at that time
speech was reserved for criticism
children bathed in a toxic stream
while the generation grew
to understand the way of their world
choking on the air of disapproval
some level of depression was inevitable
but true to their nature
they were not convinced by their state
a window onto another world
had been glimpsed or rumoured
painted in various colours
known by many names
but shown fleetingly to be real
there was reason to hope
and that was enough