The Sinking Of A (Friend) Ship Poem by Susan Lacovara

The hurl of hurt
Blinding sandbox dirt
Shoveled from cynics
Those which mimic
With envy green
Truths unseen
A window closed
By invented prose
The door is slammed
With a careless hand
Guided and scribed
A jealous intent
clicked and carried
Maliciously 'SENT'
A playground of fools
Bending the rules
Unaware how the tools
Of belittling and blasting
Damaging and lasting
Are for naught
Without pure thought
A cowardly act of breathing lies
Dissolving ties
A compromise of kindness
A blindness
An unrecognized danger
That creates and crafts a stranger
Where once a kinship thrived
A dagger thrust deep
The bloodstains to keep
As the souvenir
Of posting words cruel and cavalier
Walk away, although wounded
From the slice
The stab
The needless senseless gab
Riddled with holes in the soul
Still knowing your story
(albeit falsely told)
Was merely conceived
To make another believe
Their days are far richer than yours.





By the