....Can fall on deaf ears:
And if not,
Can hurt more than you know,
Later,
Regrets hanging out on a line,
Waiting to be forgiven,
Some will be,
Others left blowing in a lonely breeze,
Have to be even more careful,
In a small town like this,
These walls have ears,
The windows have eyes,
Greeted by empty streets when you appear,
Friendly neighbor now your judge,
All his sad secrets,
Safely tucked into his vest,
Heaven forbid should his past be revealed,
Voice now speaking quiet lies,
Raised only in righteous accusation,
Of faults you've never dismissed,
Yet want to hide,
From those with no compassion,
Reveling in your shame,
Having buried their own,
In the backyards of their minds,
Such cruelty,
No other living creature would bestow,
No,
Only humans with their free will gift,
Of thought,
Draped in pathetic robes,
Of hypocritical truths,
Living in their lies,
Sight lost of understanding,
Worshiping the almighty dollar,
Blinded to their eternity,
Morality,
Only a word to be despised,
Lost.
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
