(Self) Disgust
I repulse and turn away
From the ugliness in me
As another’s scar reminds
Of my own flaws I don’t see.
This revulsion that I sense
At another man not whole
Is akin to my disgust
At my own sin-blemished soul.
The connection I can’t feel
With the lame, the mute, the blind
Comes from darkness, closed-off doors,
Inability of my mind.