It's us little people
The well worn hearts
The sleeves dripping with feelings
That reach the farthest when times are toughest
That come together in chimes, prayers and grapevines
The damned walk away in a slow shuffle, heads held low revealing their blatant forgeries of minds and wealth like stealth hidden well behind them
While the rich peer into emptiness with kindness a kind of memory held on a string - I used to be there, I used to care, about everything but bargains don't beget hearts very well
So, for indifference wear it well
I'll walk nude then, bare in the circumference of mercy
Tears held inside, a mother and daughter kept in their own inner wailing of their separate worlds and no way out.
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Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author
Published Poet and Author. Making rainy days feel like Sundays with words.
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This is a very deep poem. Excellent creation ♥️
Hate is not the opposite of love, nor is judgement the converse of mercy. Indifference is. May we ever walk with our mercy & love nakedly exposed for all to see, & never allow it to be cloaked with indifference.
Sweet, passionate poetry. Well done. 😎 Moving.
Heartbreaking!!! Left a heart!!!♥️♥️💕
Excellent heartfelt words
Nice♥️📝✌️