Sleepers

January 14, 2013 at 9:49 pm (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, sociology) (experience, harm, home, homeless, homelessness, journey, life, relationships, vulnerability, world)

We are brickless, backless turtles ridden by nightmares;

nemesis of ideals, monstrous victims of blind eyes,

walked upon inadvertently by vulnerable feet.

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Keen-edged conceit is a knife that steals amongst us,

slashing our flimsy shelters with its silver tongue,

so we must run out shivering in the rain.

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