Unlit - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Unlit

Unfeeling,
Although they writhe
And contort at his feet,
Gasping for air,
Struggling to live
Despite circumstance.

He never did care for
Much more than himself,
His history etched into
Him, inky darkness
Unlit by empathy or
The simplest kindness.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer