black invading, flooding fast.
Never knew the answers, never
could detect it in the past.
So now, so swiftly, so above
as is below where children crying,
starving, selflessness abundant,
blind and bloody, slowly dying.
Connected, yes, but still apart,
and wondering what I really want.
Dark corners recess myself
and without broken windows haunt.
But listen now, and know, and realize
what dances to the rhythm of the fire, of your eyes.
And quickly running, stumbling laugh,
and joke to take the mind away
from dangers on the untrod path
where we so often play.
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FIND WHAT YOU WANT ON MY ORGANIZED WEBSITE http://awriterpowers.yolasite.com/ A. Powers is an English major and longtime freelance writer. She enjoys sharing her experiences with crafts, films and other... View profile
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