[5] - a short poem

Xeep/Lucian - Souls

Between the human eyes, a human bears a soul.

Sometimes it is beautiful, other times it’s foul.

The body doesn’t count to me – the alien poet stated –

The body only sees, the ugly spirit hated,

The good soul is usually closing its shell’s eyes

Only it could see the meaning of my desperate cries.

I still believe that broken souls could still be changed and grow.

That’s not really what I learned, I just hope and know.

Hello beings! On this day, I wrote a short poem. This time there won't be a prompt, and there won't be an explanation. I have no way of explaining this using the "non-poetic" language :] but I encourage you to think about this poem. Do you relate to it/some parts of it? How would you understand this poem? 

I was always taught that there is no wrong way of interpreting a piece of art! Yes, the author meant somehting, but with your own experience and your unique soul the meaning of this poem can be completely different to someone else! Or some folks don't understand a piece - that's ok, not everyhting must be meaningful or relatable to you :]