Milieu Of The Grin Comments

Slowly, surely, Not knowing why Faster, stronger, without care Our world shifts and shimmers and splits. Shattered shards cascade down Spurred by angry, lashing words Contorted faces, stone deaf ears Outside the whirlwind, We die inside. The scars run deep Jagged clefts in our souls We have suceeded in hurting And hurt ourselves.

Another great write Dr Kar! Always nicely descriptive! ! (10) ! Thad

tremendous poem, Doctor, garu. khub bhala hoichchi.congrats.