Poetry Day: A Sense of Something Wrong

The Darkness from Supernatural

(Still wonder this at times.)

Is darkness spreading as I age

Or have I finally paid it heed?

Greed devours many souls

And dances with pride before our eyes

Children slaughtered every week

By strangers and protectors

Hate is spewed with every breath

As if a natural state

I do not recognize my people

These monsters once called men

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Poetry Day: A Sense of Something Wrong

  1. L. Marie says:

    A sad poem with the weight of the world. A sad truth.

    Like

  2. A perfect description of where we are today, Charles.

    Like

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