Theodora (Theo) Onken
Cinnamon Girl~~ - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Shadows cry in loneliness this day...
As dusk peeks in, for but a short while
No sanctuary for the immigrants of noon-just yet
Soon darkness arrives with no denial;
Barriers border the paths of WRONG now...
Misdeeds legs are sore, cold and bare-
Exhausted from their fugitive life
Feeding on crumbs of self earned despair;
Foolish actions with no conscience made
'Neath the once secure blanket of night
Comes back to haunt the greedy and proud-
Abandoned now, from goodness's sight;
The moon and it's infinite light...
Shines upon the once hidden pathways of crime
Deciphered are the hieroglyphs of the: 'Cinnamon Girl'
Answers arrive at the Aurora of: Daylight Saving Time;
By: Theodora Onken
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Psychopath-and their duality and stealth, their sneakiness and their greed. Perhaps, it seems like an ugly portrait but we have far too many in this world with this really Bad Personality Disorder-and it has varying degrees of seriousness...this is mild as some actually murder for money! They have NO conscience at all!
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