Sara Stowell


'Child I Could Not Save' - Poem by Sara Stowell

Life begins as random thought;
a confusion of the mind.
And in the search for clarity,
we seek but never find.

In the Sacred Mountains,
below the hollowed rim,
the magic shaman dances
but no one follows him.

It's hard to quell the anger
It's hard to ease the pain,
compassion...long forgotten
like early morning rain.

Then the great deceivers
pass the plate again;
they are the true believers
in the Servitude of Man.

The golden men in feathered beds,
the ones who will not see,
stand atop their gilded towers
and toast their perfect piety.

A simple man sits quietly,
his hair now streaked with gray;
he wipes his tears with trembling hand,
another soul was lost today.

And in the darkness...wandering,
I found a shallow grave;
the humble marker simply read:
'This Child I Could Not Save'.

© S.E.S

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 5, 2006


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