there is compassion in this world
exposed to your predicament
I refuse to feed my face
instead spend my free time
determining how to calm your fears
you say there is no place to go
and I say you’ve got to be kidding
if only you would accept the hand
reaching out to help you
september two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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Well done! Excellent writing and a strong reading!
thank you very much
You are so talented, John 😊
thank you very much, Kanika – so glad you think so!
I guess some people are impossible to help! I was just thinking how your poems are like mini stories… well I say like… they ‘are’ mini stories. The opening a book in a random place and reading what the eye falls on, then wanting to bookmark to read more. Good to read your poetry again John… sorry it’s been a while. 🙂
Thank you for your kind words, Susie – always a pleasure having you visit here.
Love this!!
Thank you, Kendra, I’m delighted that you do!