Voices
In her naivete,
She felt blind.
It was surreal,
and in her mind
The madness cried
This is a dream.
Her heart became numb,
Her soul became black.
And when she
walked into the dark,
She never came back.
Voices
In her naivete,
She felt blind.
It was surreal,
and in her mind
The madness cried
This is a dream.
Her heart became numb,
Her soul became black.
And when she
walked into the dark,
She never came back.
Tempestlady commented on Voices
02-28-2013
02-22-2013
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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