Walk a mile

Humanity

He lurks amid the shadows,
charcoal shades
and light ash tones,
a wisp,
a mere illusion,
draped in murky gloom.

Flinching
            as fists fly,
                          and curses colour the air,
                          he watches,
                          quietly learning.

Whimpering
                as rage spirals
                                    and blood spills.
                                    Can't bear to watch.

Escaping
            as cold calm death descends,
leaving humanity to their inhumane horrors.


Free verse. Written 27 October 2015.