A prayer, lost, goes thru alleyways
But the thick walls will not let it in
It flies around stairwells to a cold dark house
Where angry voices talk of murder
The prayer never found The Way
It did not know where to go
It flapped in injured flight
Lost in a howling wind of other lost prayers
That flew like bats across the Tower
A latta words in little time
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
As Young Adults We Can Survive - Find Happiness, Success and Support Other Survivors
I Lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento: But how the subject-theme may gang, Let time and chance determine; Perhaps it may turn out a sang: Perhaps turn out a sermon. - Robert Burns
⛈️🌩️ L O K A h S A M A S T A h S U K H I N o B H A V A N T u
living, loving, learning, leaving a legacy
It's an uncertain life!
Food, Road Trips & Notes from the Non-Profit Underground
www.b12deficiency.info
The Poetry of Emotion
Contre le blues, le meilleur remède, c'est le rock...!
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
A teenager's photography expedition.
"El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto" / "The Visible World is Just a Pretext".-
j'ai descendu dans mon jardin
în umbra întunericului!
It's just banter
Writing Lostness
