amidst the beauty
horror lurks, crawling
against defenseless skin
shredding the pristine glow
that masquerades the truth
urban realities exist
a purpose buried beneath the noise
screaming infants, deny us
wallowing sirens, accuse us
fading Sun's, forgive us
and an overgrown corner lot
holds tomorrow, a fledgling stalk
grasps for the sky, begging
to be used, to deliver a notion
to receive your gift of acceptance
in darkest morning's light,
revelation demands release
so we scream, unheard
and unheld, yet begging
for the beauty to save us
from the horror
of Life
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your writing always gives me shivers..esp. the last stanza here..and yes..we continue screaming and begging..think if we stop it means we have given up..
ReplyDeleteThanks Claudia...I agree with your last words
ReplyDeleteOh save us from the horror and guide us to the mysterious beauty of life. Ahhh the tension. Urban jungles are often hard to see it. The Image catches the content of the words...nice.
ReplyDeletePeace Jerry...thanks for your time and words
ReplyDeleteMany horrors do seem to surround, but some good can be found, love the depth of your piece.
ReplyDeletethank you Pat
ReplyDeletewow those last 2 stanzas rock man...tomorrow is in a corner lot...yes...and the screaming...
ReplyDeletegreat to see you back more and more...
thanks Brian...Love the venue and the outlet
ReplyDeletePeace
We need to remember, yes? for without horror there is no beauty..
ReplyDeleteBeauty always wins, as long as we allow it in to our hearts..
so glad you are sharing your words again with us all
thanks Lynne
ReplyDeleteyes...allow
So many things posing danger and every day they're trumped by beauty. It's why we write about them. Good one here.
ReplyDeletewithout night, no one willvalue day time.
ReplyDeletewhen life survives hardships, it is strength and bliss.
lovely piece.
love it,
ReplyDeletethe title gives a splash of watery imagery.
thank you all for your time and words
ReplyDeletePeace