With My Morning Coffee

With My Morning Coffee

All the crazy people
muttering whispering shouting
conversations with enemies unseen
except in their heads, facsimiles
of fears alive within.

I cannot help
I cannot bring
benedictions of silence;
arid my well of empathy.

June 29, 2009

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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2 Responses to With My Morning Coffee

  1. nowandzenn says:

    I’ve been absent far too long. You’ve been posting some great stuff, Ray. Can resonate with this one totally. A great piece.

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