The beautiful words,
That ring so true,
Bring me but dark memories,
From a time and a place,
Best forgotten,
Yet always, just beneath,
The surface of a black night,
Filled with anguish and loss,
Of fear, trepidation, horror,
Not of this world,
Not now, I pray,
but then it crawled
Into being, by what force,
I know not,
They say, nonsense, but it lives,
Somewhere, now,
To come again,
To crush, destroy, all the goodness
The world has ever known.
The pinnacle has arrived,
Once again, we face, the face,
Of evil incarnate, we see it,
Daily,
but never acknowledge,
What we see,
We feign ignorance,
Deny what we see,
Yet, it creeps to our door,
Seeps under the floor,
The poison of its words,
It lies so beautifully.
Pen & Paper 
“It lives!” Ahh, the cry of many a Horror fan! I like this one…
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KC…I love your comment! We are of the same mind, in this regard…yes…IT lives, among us, dreaded evil walks again and not a bad allegory. K D
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A powerful poem, Karen. The ending is excellent.
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Robbie, wow…oh my gosh, I am so honored by your comment, because you are an extraordinary, outstanding, and highly accomplished poet. Thank you so very much. Karen
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Wow! This is powerful. Well done, Karen.
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Jennie, thank you so much. I wrote this in 5 minutes from beginning to end. I am horrified by what is going on at our borders – taking little children away from parents who are looking for asylum. They don’t even know where they put some of these more than 1500 little children. They are lost in the system. The parents have no way of knowing where they are. John Kelly said, and I quote, “it is a good deterrent to come to this country.”
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So sad…
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I love this poem Karen it is strong and beautifully written. Excellent ending 💜
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Willowdot21, thank so much. I quickly wrote this the other night when I read that migrant/asylum seekers’ children were being torn from the mothers for the sole purpose of discouraging as a deterrent to people wanting to come to the United States. Now, 1500 children are misplaced, some of them are infants, and lost in the system. This is what Hitler did and I fear we are well on our way to becoming a “Personality Authoritarian” country. Karen 🙂
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Note: Willow, I guess you can see how strongly I feel about separating very young children from the mothers. So traumatic for these little ones and their parents. Horrific.
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Karen, this is a powerful poem.
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Charles, thank you so much.
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