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Void Of Consolation
Driven to the edge again
Till I arrive safe and sound
Sinister wind pierces skin
Within the world we’re bound
Torment grows on the street
Broken people dead inside
Where saints and sinners meet
Rolling against a selfish tide
Simmering in a hellish heat
Souls linger without a home
Walking to this wicked beat
Beneath the heart of Rome
Poets write about Society
Steeped in keen observation
Though it feeds off anxiety
While void of consolation
Till I arrive safe and sound
Sinister wind pierces skin
Within the world we’re bound
Torment grows on the street
Broken people dead inside
Where saints and sinners meet
Rolling against a selfish tide
Simmering in a hellish heat
Souls linger without a home
Walking to this wicked beat
Beneath the heart of Rome
Poets write about Society
Steeped in keen observation
Though it feeds off anxiety
While void of consolation
Published 12th Jul 2024
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12th Jul 2024 9:37pm
12th Jul 2024 9:40pm
Thanks so much for your stellar commentary. Always a pleasure when you visit. Appreciate you.
DL
DL
13th Jul 2024 6:04am
Dear DL,
I enjoyed this piece. For me, there is such untamed energy that needs to be unleashed in a way that will be heard and acknowledged. I think this kind of passion is so connected to the artistic and creative soul. Terrific writing. H🌷
I enjoyed this piece. For me, there is such untamed energy that needs to be unleashed in a way that will be heard and acknowledged. I think this kind of passion is so connected to the artistic and creative soul. Terrific writing. H🌷
13th Jul 2024 6:50am
Thanks so much for your wise counsel, and words that are food for thought. I appreciate you.
DL
DL
