Tangiable Existance

The started silhouette of innocence.

can be seen,

gathering up her losses,

as if spoil has wrought her vision.

The essence of her inner soul,

meets the darkness and fears untold.

Channeling through the years,

begets questions.

Is it the absence of answers.

Needless reasons.

Perfected articulation.

that has replaced realism or fact?

Despite her efforts,

the inner soul,

cannot lie.

It spills out with out prejudice.                                                                                                                                                                                                             It reaps what upon it,

was sown.

Linda Booth


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