Mired in a thoughtles fog
That can only be lifted
When the clouds let it through
And I can reveal its content.
There can be absence of thoughts
But not oblivion of the writer.
The mask, at times, comes off
And you perceive the conflagration.
A fire only consumes what will burn
The rest lies twisted and deformed.
There can be no remorse for the worthless
If in our minds eye we visualize such.
Heartless and rebuff for many so inclined
To view a tragedy and never shed a tear.
Comfort those who are left with loss
And their hearts forever to grieve.
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But not oblivion of the writer.
The mask, at times, comes off
And you perceive the conflagration.
Love the power of your prophetic musings, King!
Never stop sharing your knowledge and wisdom with the rest of the world.. those who have ears to hear.
GOD Bless You!
oxoxRhonda
Glad you didn't give up your postings.
"A fire only consumes what will burn
The rest lies twisted and deformed"
excellent image, George ...
warmth...you've managed to post the message clear
and loud...Try to be kinder to each other!
Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
This poem is thought-provoking, it makes me think of that heartless person.
Sandie