Poetry

Poetry
by elocin

Often poems are cries of the soul
Tears unshed—
Rerouted
A river of denial
A sea of despair
A shout from the depths of the Earth
An insignificant whisper
Hiding in the trees.

A poem makes you stop
Look
Listen
Hear
Understand the pain
The torment
The fear
And share.

Join in! Look deep—
Peek through the folds
Face down the demons
That life holds
Read with me
Be with me
And I will be with you.

- 2007