Posted in poetry, Writing for healing

Anguish

In the wake of children

lined up

on the ground

on the chilled surface of the grievous place

of paved desperation,

the place inside a hades

made by humanity’s horrid and lewd greed,

drops us to our knees with weakened eyes

from the knowing.

What have we become?

Only to click away on another link

because it is too sad

and too disgusting

to think about

because of schedules and business and the next so-called holiday.

What will we say?

Maybe it is not true.

Can this be possible?

Tell me it is not true.

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Author:

I'm a writer, artist, and spiritual intuitive. Illustrated journals are my passion and I've been journaling since childhood. I believe in the power of sharing stories together. Working on a memoir.

2 thoughts on “Anguish

  1. There is enough horror but Halloween is here to stay. Matter of fact, and I don’t mean to be negative, but it’s gonna get worse before it gets better.

    Pretty tragic poem you got here.

    1. I changed the title as you can see. As a sensitive/intuitive type and medium, Halloween horror is not my thing but the costume part is fun. Am praying for peace.

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