Creative Discourse
Where has it gone?
Off into the darkness,
vanished into the night,
leaving us impoverished.
Orphans of mind and spirit,
abandoned by our fellowman.
Dirty rags, shredded shoes,
sadly try and clothe our souls.
Our comfort gone,
our companionship too.
The abyss of loneliness
loneliness of spirit is all we have.
No one cares,
no one gives a damn.
Far too much trouble
to wade out of the shallows.
Satisfied with mediocrity,
blinded to the struggles
of the heart and soul.
Paupers are what we are!
Nothing to breathe,
nothing to nourish us
for the thing that makes
us who we truly are.
I shed a million tears,
unseen, but just as real.
My soul aches and moans
for that discourse that feeds.
Nourishes what is best in us,
gives us voices with which to speak.
Then even the deaf can hear,
and sight restored to the blind.
F. Henderson
May 8, 2021
