Unconscious - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Unconscious

Of all the things
He could be doing,
He chooses the one
That hurts people.

Unfeeling,
Driven only by an
Unconscious need
For supremacy.

No joy around here,
Only hardness and pain,
Violence and horror,
Absence of light.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer