THis World

Alex Jensen, 9th- Palmdale, CA
I see this world through a different lens
As invisible words dry from inkless pens
Seeing faces in strangers alone
While passages written remain unknown

I smell this world with a different nose
As a familiar scent comes and goes
Worn by the victims of similar felonies
Those affected are neither friends nor enemies

I touch this world with different hands
As I pick the flowers of forgotten lands
Vibrant colors flood all my senses
As I'm left content by lowered defenses

I hear this world with different ears
As the ticking clock shows an ending nears
Recognizing a voice old as time
As the hands approach the final chime

I speak to the world with different lips
As my conscience dies and the blood drips
My breath is stolen, my throat is dry
Battered and swollen, I ponder why

I leave this world with a new perspective
As I know my morality is subjective
But why should I care, it's time to go
What happens next, I hope you'll know.