Titles

by Maple Tree   Jul 9, 2016


A withering soul
lost between titles.

Driving to the market
words fill thoughts
like a sack of daily
groceries.

Do I write of this city
that saved me?

or my child who craves
for winter to freeze her
nostrils so her pain can
linger like a prison cell
within her soul.

Parents picking out tombstones
for their children,
another soul taken by
a senseless
act of violence.

What title do I chose
for such inhumanity?

New York has become
a place where I drown daily
in titles,
so many titles.

My pen weeps with sorrow-

    report violation
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  • 8 years ago

    by Liz

    I am speechless!! Wish I could have nominated this!

  • 8 years ago

    by shadow

    Amazing

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, just beautiful! Eloquently written as only you can do about the insanity this world is. You flay yourself open and these words come out. Thank you for this- take care-Brenda

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I have read numerous poets on this site since joining a few days back, and the imagery you create and the ease with which you seem to so constantly do it never fails to impress me. You are one of the most talented writers on here and the most moving.

    SL

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Wow such a saddening piece.

    Em

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