Too late …

Too late;

blood-bespattered,

rejected, battered:

hope seeks refuge in compassion;

for a broken child lies dead

in the playing field of hate

amid the dirt and mud

where the bitter herbs of war

flourish and retaliate –

woven into a poisoned wreath

of sorrow and despair

entwined in blood

around his guiltless head.

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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4 Responses to Too late …

  1. Shermeen says:

    Compelling piece. Well done, atom.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Thank you very much, Shermeen …

    I appreciate your interest and your kind opinion of these thoughts.

  3. JM says:

    And yet, need hope seek refuge, Marya? Only when caught unawares, perhaps, in a passing mood that has crept up on us. It’s a puzzle where these moods come from ; some say they come from – not within – but beyond within.

  4. atomsofstars says:

    Hello again Jamie …

    Such creatures of moods are we that it is as well that hope can be relied upon to restore equilibrium 🙂

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