My Poetry

My sympathies always lay

With the victim,

But I felt most comfortable amongst the predators.

And I don’t think wings were meant to fly,

They were meant to escape.

We do not live to learn anything,

We live to avoid learning what happens.

Poets do not write poetry to comfort,

They write poetry to express.

Hopefully we have something to express,

More important than the need for comfort.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

I agree with you we write to express and it is not always a comfort to express but a necessity it be done. I also agree with you my sympathies always lay with the victim as well, the others already know how to fend for themselves.