Something Is Broken
You may not get this,
That is just a mournful, gripping, display,
Affliction, crucifying addiction,
Scars it always bears on the skin,
Blood oozing, nullifying weariness,
State of flesh rare with aching
wounds baring the pains I incubate,
Inside, hollow, blurry tomorrow,
Slit, slit, burn, burn,
It Gives Me
The Book Entitled.......
You Know, you are only given one mom. Hopefully, you get to love and cheerish her as I did mine. Was my mom absoblutely perfect? No! We are not called to be perfect.
Another soul flew away.
The cruelty of bullying is
tragically still the enemy and device
of choice used to accomplish the precious
waste of God given life daily.
And so now the angels part the heavens
and welcome another vexed, precious soul today,
I still do not care rages the possessed humans
in need of God’s guidance and caring ways.
Have you no love in your heart at all?
What about a bit of empathy and sympathy please?