Shared the Fright #horror #poetry


 

I glance at a wax-like stare and wonder

I don’t know you but we are the same

you are bearing the same path of sorrow

the one you traverse is etched in pain

I cry knowing that we could have been spared

our world would depend on the magician’s hand

but then there would be no real horror

only what was written by one holding a pen

I’m sorry there is not more I can say

but scribe words of the world we live / lived

I wipe away old tears hoping

that you will outlive the terror as I did

8 thoughts on “Shared the Fright #horror #poetry

  1. Very heartfelt and touching poem. It reminds me of looking at someone, knowing that you know what they are going through, yet you can’t help and the journey is theirs to make. Each of us are strong when need be, and that gives us hope that we’ll all be okay. Hope you’re well, Leslie 🙂

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  2. Grand, again, Moonie!
    __ Just this instant’s Cinquain to parallel the thought of… a harvest from the toil of facing life. _m

    Do crop
    this rigid look
    and blend your inner self
    to brew from that vine of anger
    sweet wine

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