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THE LOST

Updated on November 18, 2011

The Moon Shines a ghostly white

over the neighborhoods darkest night

as blood flows from open wounds

gasps go unheard in the stairways of gloom

as slaves shoot up and forget their spoons

their eyes well wet

reflect the rounded light above

but what of the light inside

have they no love?


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    gconeyhiden 5 years ago from Brooklyn, N.Y.C. U.S.A

    thank you rjsadowski for the very positive feedback.

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    gconeyhiden 5 years ago from Brooklyn, N.Y.C. U.S.A

    thank you TToombs08 for the encouragement.

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    rjsadowski 5 years ago

    Nice poem. Please share more of your thoughts with us.

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    Terrye Toombs 5 years ago from Somewhere between Heaven and Hell without a road map.

    The feelings of hopelessness and being trapped is presented with a gritty rawness. Very sad. Nicely done. Voting up.

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