The morning is mellow
There’s a softness riveted through it
Like a cotton blanket snuggled over you
Or like the surface of clear Crystal Lake
You’re floating on…..
Everyone seems faceless
Almost like shadows or even mannequins
Everyone is in their own cubicle of life…
Oblivious to the signs of life around them…
It’s one for #1
and that’s it……….
Gestures of kindness are mocked
and RUDELY thankless…
What fear envelops mankind????
What ANARCHY…consciousness????
I’m crying for the world
It isn’t even for myself….
It’s for…
Potential lost…
Love forgotten…
Messages never connected….
by Jeanne Fiedler
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