Posted by Ben Naga
Those who do not feel
Lost, displaced, dispossessed
The most lost of all
Posted on June 9, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged Compassion, Paradox. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Nothing is knowing
Existing is being numb
Not alive inside
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Dante and Bunyan
Travelled this way before us
And left behind a map
A favourite from my youth. Our church organist would play it if he knew I was in the congregation. I used to baby sit for him and his wife. Nice people; fond memories.
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