Friday, October 14, 2011

I Cry

They don't hear me.
The words pour from my heart.
With a knife they slice them apart.

It's not true--it's not you!

Inside I bleed.
They salve and pet their pride for they
determine what stands and what is right.

They trample the man in ordinary life.
They praise each other.

While mortals bleed and die on life's byways.

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