UNM (Day's of The Past, Present, Future. / Southern United States)

Torn Ripped This Tattered Cloth (Write The Queen Of Pain)

Unveil it not
I ask
the mask
is so tattered
even mirror
see's me not

Body bound with in
doth cloth lay torn
by jackals unworthy
is wolf but for truth
the wolf see's

Not ravaged by hunger
but the evil of other
shifters of shapes
made not for heavens
young souls to leaven
the gift
to give
the gift
to see

Help the young one's
for I still believe

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Excellent poem from the heart. Some great lines here. Help the young ones and help the old ones. The young ones need our help and experience to believe.
Yes, as long as we can JUST BELIEVE, as you state in this great write, than there is hope and reason to go on.....the young one's keep us young and that is the greatest gift of all. Thanks for this. marci.xo ~~