A Chaotic Place Poem by Janelle Morehart

A Chaotic Place



Shapes, PlacesThings, BeingsMine eyes cannot see themEars cannot hear.No smells, No tasteIt's all abstractit's all goneWhat is truth? What is false? Where does the happiness begin? When does cruelty fade? Never, neverAs a clock does tickAs the wind does blowChaos will only grow

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Janelle Morehart

Janelle Morehart

Some Army Hospital in Georgia
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