Fatigue sits-no this isn’t sitting, more of a drumming-on my shoulders and my left tricep twitches for no good reason. Pain is a cruel mistress as she wields her sledgehammer.
Tag Archives: pain
Snippets from Detention
The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness did not overcome it.
~John 1:5
…tortured…
…raped…
…thrown out…
…beaten…
…sold…
…discarded…
…ignored…
…forgotten…
…lost…
…i pray for my father’s death…
…i wanted to be president…
…i miss my children…
…i don’t need anybody…
…i have to be wanted…
…i wonder where god is…
…sold…
…tortured…
…beaten…
…crucified…
…lost…
…resurrected…
Child Slavery is Bigger then Ever
York-led study finds homeless youth more vulnerable to crime
Submitted to the Poetry Rally.
Filed under Poetry, Spirituality
inner city
vulgar graffiti
peppers walls and lives
demarcation of pain
Photo by Ana Tintocalis
Filed under A River of Stones, aros, Haiku, Poetry
