Kerri Shying R # 504 - fearful filled with pain

I still look down   while walking

speaking up   the mouth  and eyes

are worlds apart   I know to 

meet the gaze of   random men   

 turns a lock opens doors   to places

fearful  filled with pain

how brazen is the glance  

 running seldom works   I was

 born looking down  to notice 

what’s around     my speech the

second cousin   of the eye