a very interesting poem. humbling in its acknowledgement of powerlessness, it leaves this reader questioning her own survivor guilt, and how to stop being a barometer for my own kith and kin, it sometimes seems im alright if they're alright, and vice versa. hard not to lose ourselves in it all sometimes. thanks.
Great sad stuff to take in, but truth hurts and so I wear this one on the sleeve, where my heart once was, this world, has a revolution coming, a beginning unraveling each day closer to blood shed cleansing the nightmarish disease, allowing us to achieve such things, way to expose the reality from the American dream...
*smiles* Wow that was wonderful and I love how in other news you would do all this. It's so creative and unique with every word I mean I just love the ending starting from "My love alone isn't enough" to The love of every soul walking the face of our dying planet to mend what is happening to us. It was truly wonderful of how it touched the emotions and how it created such imegry. well done (clapping) .
The pic and title through me off. But after reading this I see where it all goes together so perfectly. Unfortunately one honest soul is not enough to change this diseased planet.
A plane that evil has held together
to blind us of the beauty.
It makes me think there might be some truth to the whole matrix conspiracy. lol
Has the veil been pulled over eyes on purpose? Or is that just another excuses to ignore accountability....
sometimes we don't see how broken the world is if we chose not to. i applaud your seeing and the pain you feel, though i don't enjoy your pain in the slightest as i feel with you.
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..