Comments about Russ Mangiapane
I wish I had the words to say or write or shout aloud
to say how proud I am to be alive.
But I'm tired and uninspired
like words etched on a port-a-potty wall
left by those who are right in all they say and do
who love to shame while they proclaim how right they are.
The only words I have to share are written here
for those who dare or care enough to take a peek.
They're meek and mild like a young small child
left on the doorstep in the rain, feeling the pain of innocense lost
and counting the cost to ever trust again.