Earlier DaysAs darkness falls across Our worried mind,
We get lost in the clutches of hopeless time.
No longer do We see what is wrong or right,
ever day is a struggle, an endless fight.
The world has changed in so many ways,
honor and morals being of earlier days.
The icey cold fingers of insensitivity,
wraps around the throat of You and Me.
Choking feelings and fears, the spice of life,
from hearts and minds keeping Us from flight.
It does not mean laughter no longer exist,
it just no longer comes like a rain, but a mist.
Poetry by David W. Glavin
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Written on 2016-08-08 at 23:31
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