Poor Poets. Poem by Sandra Feldman
Poor Poets.
Poor Poets
All alone
In a world
Made out of stone,
Of blood, sweat
And tears,
Lies that even
Strangle,
Hope and Fears,
Love in tangles
Insincere,
As night closes in
With sadness
That sears,
That of being all
Alone,
In a World, where
All's gone wrong...
I wonder too: in this fathomless pit of hatred, greed and violence how do we survive?
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5/18/2024 3:17:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem of such deep sorrows! .. Yet so beautifully expressed! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++