Friday, September 4, 2009

March 19, 2003

March 19, 2003

the soul
too sad to remain in a world
in which
horror is a guest,
ushered through the door
as casually as
the Fuller Brush man,
slips away.
tears talk quietly
as words drop into the abyss,
lost, unspoken, futile
humans unable to share love
see listen touch feel connect
Take to war.
Killing joy, murdering hope.

— joline godfrey

Posted over on Nicholas D. Kristof's Blog Site

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