for my sis, in memory of Lohti
Lives shattered,
broken,
torn,
punching holes,
in the cloth,
of humanity.
A mind destroyed,
by war and gore,
plucks away hearts,
with life left to live.
Death spreads,
it's gloomy cloud,
smeared by love,
across earthly bounds.
Like a spider,
sensing it's pray,
on distant threads,
I feel the ripples,
of painful tearing,
as another thread,
in this human web,
is pulled,
too hard.
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that is deeply profound,
ReplyDeleteWow... you're getting much better... wow!
ReplyDeleteThis is, as a poem, very well-painted and beautiful.
This is, as an expression of your feelings, very deep and evocative.
I'm impressed with how far you've come in both areas, and am greatly enjoying getting to know you. :)
Wow, I felt this to the bone. Seriously. It makes me want to get involved with what is happening in the world.
ReplyDeleteA moving poem. Lohti, rest in peace.
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