Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Saturday, 23 June 2012

A child's path

Stumbling, sliding and slipping astray-
The path is treacherous and full of dismay.
It is the suffocating landscape of yesterday;

The deadened eyes of the child, that do not change-
Can you see the sharp mind dulled by rage-
Can you hear the roar of the soul, subdued by pain?

Every so often the signs appear-
To show that the light of redemption is near,
As the aspirations of every dream, expel the fear.


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