Looking Glass

We start out life in naked ignorance.
Screaming fear of great unknown.
We grow and strive to lose our innocence.
We end up growing both week and strong.

I see the souls living all around me
trying hard to sustain their way of life.
I feel the power of souls far, far away
trying hard to sustain their way of life.
In time of drought and recessions passion.
Those nearest to me to often must lose.
But in these times the only compassion,
comes from those with nothing left to lose

My anger is a burning rage.
Burning each and every page
Words I've written in the past.
Shattered in the looking glass.

Michael R. Roth

Archived 11/18/2010