I see you look at them From a distance For this is a time When love means Staying away Letting the eyes speak And the hands touch Through the wind. You heal the wounded Yet the universe Thinks its you Who owes it Making you pay With hugs of loved ones And at its most cruel Your life.
Dedicated to a neonatologist who recently passed away from the virus, leaving a family with young kids behind. I didn’t personally know her but she left an indelible mark of courage, sacrifice, love.
The world still stands But battered and weak. It may not recover - Farewells that were never given When the dead were put to rest Hugs that were carefree But now puts one at risk. Or simply, the freedom to breathe Unobstructed.
Prequel: 2020
I have no patience For your twisted mind The way you serve a fool Has turned your eyes blind. I have no passion For your toxic discourse The points you try to make Echo a fake source. I have no respect For your empty goal The lies you call opinion Have corrupted your soul.
The world abruptly stood still At a time when it thought It had become invincible - A shadow’s savage blow Brought it to its knees Hit its heart with searing pain And rendered its body immobile While its eyes were forced to watch The carnage of this lifetime.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
In the material and spiritual realm
Wanderlust Through Words
What is writing if not conjuration magic?
in search of peace
for what was and what is yet to be
Soul Poetry, Self-Awareness, Benefits, affirmations, empowerment, support, Expression
poetry by j matthew waters
