sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

lost world October 13, 2016

Filed under: In Vino....,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 22:38

orphans of a God misplaced,
wailing hungrily.

simply yearning
but a touch
of love

hardened eyes
vile vitriol

honest hearts
vomit rotten truths
unto brothers
and sisters all.

fearful and small,
remaining generous
in the pain they share.


momma come home
we don’t
any more.



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