There is a gentleness to sorrow that tames the savage soul.
Where fear is only an illusion and time is forever on hold.
There is a wildness to pain that pierces the hungry heart.
Where vulnerable emotions find their place to start.
There is a tearfulness to laughter that mocks the mindful muse.
Where words escape and the heart is continually misused.
There is a greatness to anger that fuels the restless rage.
Where indignant behavior adorns the gilded cage.
There is a uselessness to trust that sears the broken bird.
Where voice is futile and words never get heard.
There is a tenderness to spirit that creates calamity.
Where joy is forever replaced with useless insanity.
Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley
A.J. McKinley
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