Children face the light
23 September 2018
Blackbirds in mind swirl
Loud cries’ strident pillars felt
Weight in my tear ducts
Soulless creatures crawl
In the dark alleys some breathe
Agony in mind
Sun bursts in sockets
Jasmine withers in heatwave
Known features dwindle
Windows carry floods
From peaks to valleys we drop
Blood from the Elders
Crimson my waters
Morrow’s seasons shook in tides
Wavelength scorches sight
Dark eyes starry pools
Small hands tools of forgiveness
Children face the light
Reading of the poem:
The sky is crying – Gary BB Coleman
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