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Pass Me By

So like a tree bereft of root
No bush, nor bark and not a shoot
Whos days are reaching for the soil
Of where we go to end our toil.

I wander clueless like a loon
To ponder cloudless as the moon
The empty ones I do not know
Who gather fears unto their own.

But none can come into this life
That shorter weeps each day by strife
To see such torments drawn in scars
They pull black holes eclipsing stars.

That gaze out of a hooded form
At worlds despising one forelorn
No mercies shed by those who cry:
"Cut this one down. Do not pass by."

- Wibble

Greetings Wibble.

Welcome.

Thank you for your poem.

Christian love,

gogh

(ps...I like your colourful balloons...grin)

Hi Wibble--welcome to Paradise Cafe :hibye:

your poem is very stirring Wibble. I have written some out of my own distress and sadness and this reminds me of that--the last really sad poem I wrote was in honor of the Amis children of a few months ago--it really helps process the sadness--thank you for sharing yours with all of us :friends: