Poem - 17 March 2021, 03:38

ScHooL iS oUT, foR eVeR

Tis a cruel thing lord
When the nothingness
weighs heavy
When blank space must be
bourne
On legs so damn unsteady,
and

To leave gaps in the answers
Withhold the knowledge from
small, like
A man without strength
To raise up those who fall

Your pupils call out
In desperation we shout
In world classes too huge
We try to fight the deluge
Praying for answers
With most everything to lose
But like a god without
wisdom
You watch us drown in the
blues, and

Tis a cruel thing lord...

M P 17/3/21

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John Prophet17 March 2021, 05:10

Seems the more we see of life, the more we wonder why!
Great intuitive write.....

Marion17 March 2021, 06:43

Hi John, my son died recently and so I walk in wildernesses of outrage and questions, I have become troubled in my grief. Thanks for taking the time my friend x

John Prophet17 March 2021, 07:30

Hi Marion,

The trend of your work turned dark lately. I though a sad event must have occurred in your life. But this....
Being a parent I can’t even imagine.
I’m so very sorry.

John

Marion17 March 2021, 07:39

Writing helps John ...right from the beginning of this nightmare...hugs x

John Prophet17 March 2021, 07:45

Keep writing, you’re so very good at it!