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,
We feel 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.
Karen DeMers Dowdall © 2019
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Hi, thanks for sharing this poem. It resonates with me.
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What a striking poem, Karen:
What ought to be good words,
used to wound.
But we work to heal, to help, to dream, and to create kindness.
Stay safe,
-Shira
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It is just a poem about people who are cruel to others by being judgmental and demeaning.
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Dark, and well written.
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Jennie, thank you so much!
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You’re welcome, Karen!
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