
Angels surround you
though you know aught and care less.
No matter at all.

Angels surround you
though you know aught and care less.
No matter at all.
Filed under POETRY
The Lost Soul
There is no place of safety;
no where to run or hide.
I buried pride a long time ago
beneath the snow of cold hearts,
torn apart by fearful rhetoric
and unsung praise,
a dire malaise that yearns
for all it can learn
of love despite the risk
of loss. I would toss out
the loud mouth lout
who risks discovery of
my presence,and stay silent
if I could,but I cannot
stifle the scream of words
held in check lest they
terrify and distract
from the solution to
dark pollution of a soul.
Where is the Light?
Where is the Peace?
Where is the God
who created the innocence
now lost,perhaps forever?
War changes all.
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WE ARE ALL HOMELESS
Louise Annarino
4-23-2013
Carefully we watch them
from the corner of our eye only,
clumsily clutching garbage bags,
closely held,
precious
as they are not,
and we doubt they ever were
as they clamber down the bank
to huddle under bridges
to nowhere,
to no one,
within our ability
to imagine.
Their suffering is not a failure
It is we who suffer
a failure of the imagination.
Why we fear to face them,
fear to look them in the eye
and see our own suffering.
It would be too much,
no bag large enough
to hold such baggage
as we carry.
Filed under POETRY