Roaming far from madding crowds
Where cloaked indifference judgment shrouds
Unworthiness seeps and creeps and conquers
And hope is brief and and wretched longest
Wretched creature
All alone
Chilling presence
Nowhere’s home
Moments treasured
Quickly pass
Buried deeper
Hatred lasts
Reaching out beyond her mind
Hoping something real to find
Seeing and being and being seen
Living outside inside her dream
Long lost lonely
Giving up
Falling fastly
Lift her up!
Who will see her
Who will know
Only kindness
Hope could grow
Roaming far from madding crowds
Where cloaked indifference judgment shrouds
Unworthiness seeps and creeps and conquers
And hope is brief and and wretched longest
Drifting out beyond the lies
Disguised behind their jury’s eyes
Learning not to care at last
Until apathetic anaesthesia becomes too vast
Long lost lonely
Giving up
Falling fastly
Lift her up!
Who will see her
Who will know
Only kindness
Hope could grow
Would you see her?
Would you know?
Gift of kindness
Life bestows
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Maybe it's a bit corny?
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Comments1
Nothing is ever corny
When we purge our Suns within..
you definitely have the "it" factor my friend
What is the it factor?
Is it bad??
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