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 that’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 that’s
what he thought)
Pamela A. Rossow
Pamanner 
we always find a way to remain safe,
smart capture of your targeted sentiments.
A++
thanks Jingle 🙂
“hatred that stabbed
twisting itself into a
femoral artery crimson”
oooh, sinister but nice 😀 xx
thanks! hatred can be quite sinister!
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….
Thanks so much!!! True, poetry is art 🙂
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.
Awhhhh, yes. Can’t run, can’t hide!!!!!I guess you’re right. For some people, the light burns!
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 ;(
Thanks and sorry!!!!! Nope not for little poets 🙂 That’s awesome he creates! You should post of his pieces (with his approval of course). My daughter is a great poet too!
Hiding from his own fire and burning desires maybe?
Quite possibly 🙂
Wow girl! You got this one poetically pegged:)
Powerful!
Thanks Debra!!!!!! 🙂
Were they the Top Gun Aviator type?
Cheers A
Oh noooo 🙂