Unbend

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Stiff with cold,

he’s grown deaf –

he no longer hears

the cries of others;

attuned to his inner demons,

he turns his back

on the masses,

the empty bellies and

outstretched hands.

Pain

blocks all sound.

If he will

open his heart,

allow

calloused ears to hear

that still, small voice,

he may just heed the call

and unbend.