A Poem for Day Twenty-Two
The days wear on
Grinding poverty
and violence beyond comprehension
have brought a darkness
we cannot shift
The pain of ages
accumulates
and we are broken
It is time now
it is time
The hot pain
wrapped and wracking
threatens to overwhelm
But you are not far away
Redemption is a plot unfolding
A mystery
a promise
a baby
-lisa, 22 December, 2013
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