Twisted Forms Of Test

he is a misanthropic healing angel with a clenched fistful of face
he projects a divine uplifting presence consciously unknown to himself
when he sits on the train commuters nearby feel whole again so blessed
his tender emanations grace them so as their pain and conditions vanish
they confusedly smile at him in gratitude and try to make eye contact
but he believes they are only mocking him
for he has no conception of his miraculous beneficence
he remains so baffled and hurt that people will not leave him alone
he weeps inwardly at the bewildering mocking world cast around him..

he is a misanthropic healing angel with a clenched fistful of face
his auric energy field vanquishes dark entities despite himself
eyes lowered while at work yet his colleagues feel so spiritually uplifted
staring at him distracted as he despairingly completes spreadsheets
they marvel at his loving presence and his air of nonchalance
alas he misreads their attention as micro-aggression
for he has no realisation what his higher self is capable of
perplexed that his colleagues single him out so
what am I doing wrong so often feeling very alone he ponders..

he is a misanthropic healing angel with a clenched fistful of face
he always takes the better path despite the ways he feels mistreated
he understands in this dense realm so very few have it easy
thus he wishes all well despite the strangeness of their behaviour
they are just projecting onto me what is hidden inside themselves
he also rationalises such experiences as twisted forms of test
an empathetic misanthropist reconciled to the current human condition
he laughs and makes light of the terrible plight experienced here
for me someday maybe soon all this will all end
i remain hopeful
one day humankind really might mend itself..