Whisper-less tongues

Sometimes, I look through lens and wonder, "what is it I'm seeing?"

There's little depth I see in many places and people. I search for the heart, especially after a certain message. However, there is none engaged.

I'm alone in the pews... Wondering, "what is really the condition of my heart, and why does it bother me to see others who aren't concerned of their own?" maybe it is that I am concerned of the condition of mine, because I know there is bitterness within the depth of my soul.

I'm alone in the pews at the end... With the spotlight hugging the breathing and living skin of mine, who is just yearning for eternity in heaven soon.