Hope froze comatosed;
Happiness skipp'd a heartbeat,
Hardness rush'd right in.
Aching men perish;
Avarice could claim no more,
Angels fallen ill.
Time to change the course;
Taking aim with arrow poised,
Tipp'd emotions raw
Ere in times like these;
Earth has sorrows scarely heal'd,
Echos hush'd in screams!
copyright 2004, cynth'ya lewis reed. All rights reserved.
© 2004 by cynth'ya lewis reed
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this write screams creatively, powerfully, and emotionally--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
and it eats away at the hater....as for
the hated....sticks and stones....I liked
this...no room for hate when the love of
God is in ones heart.....floria
that picture is awesome..
Your serious side is as polished and effective as your works of humor, though even they mostly have a serious subtext. You have captured the helplessness and horror that seems inherent in this 21st century.
Dan S.