Shades

 

 

 

 

he never took them

off glare reduction

his protection from

a white light that

made him squint

almost blinded him

yet he was able to

hide (at least thatโ€™s

what he thought)

a shield from the

burning bush that

tried to arrest his

attention away from

narcissistic greed and

hatred that stabbed

twisting itself into a

femoral artery crimson

self-infliction pooling

he never took them

off glare reduction

his protection from

a white light that

made him squint

almost blinded him

yet he was able to

hide (at least thatโ€™s

what he thought)

Pamela A. Rossow

 

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16 thoughts on “Shades”

  1. love the post Pamela…and I always think when I read a really good poem how like painting it is…it puts pictures in my mind to turn over and around and think about….

  2. When we hide from the light, or hide from ourselves, we begin to shrivel up, no place to go, no place to be free, burning in the light, suffering in the night, building walls that keep others out, becoming an island that cannot withstand storms.

  3. I love it well done. this is my favoutite part hatred that stabbed

    twisting itself into a

    femoral artery crimson

    self-infliction pooling

    But also means wont be able to show it to my own little poet son ;(

    1. Thanks and sorry!!!!! Nope not for little poets ๐Ÿ™‚ That’s awesome he creates! You should post of his pieces (with his approval of course). My daughter is a great poet too!

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