Monday, May 8, 2017


Poise. by Karl-Shakur

We walk alone,
Year after year.
Troubles weigh us down,
No end in sight.
Our loads become heavy,
Our bodies weary.
Frowns on our faces,
Eyes to the sky above,
We ask for salvation.
No answer for our ears.
Hope lingers in our souls,
A hope for better days.
If not in this lifetime,
then maybe in the next.

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