Tuesday, June 3, 2014

her mourning was anger

her mourning was anger.
at all who survived.
guilt over the lost
while resenting those
still alive.
so twisted her torments
she lived unaware.
thinking of herself as
normal
and that others
did not care.
those around
her were deeply
damaged by her
screed,
beauty she should find
the confusion,
and misery
on which she continued
to feed.

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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings