Living In A World Of Hurt

As I’m going down the road,
I’m looking up ahead,
I can’t see the trees,
I only see the Forrest.

But, I also see the Vultures—
Staring down on me.
The first one’s Fear,
The second is Hate,
The third is “Pain and Misery”.

There are three looking down on me.
They’re waiting—
For my tender heart to harden—
So, they can poke my eyes out
And have their way with me.

By: ElRoyPoet © 2020

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“It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.”
Excerpt from: “The Dispossessed” is a thoroughly magnificent read, exploring themes of staggeringly timely resonance to our socially confused and politically troubled world.

“Vultures look for your moral failures and demons look for opportunities, to entice you to commit moral failures—so you must be vigilant, because they’re both seeking your demise .” By: A. Freeman

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