Forgotten how to be cold how wind howls chill leaching through cracks in my veneer shivering, hands icy as ugly words echo in sudden silence of stony animosity familiar faces belonging to vile thoughts voiced no apology. Politics first. Friend later, if ever again. Sascha Darlington January 2022
Yikes. It has come to that, hasn’t it. Sadly.
Unfortunately. It’s all out of hand and no end is in sight. 🙁
Such things have become all too common, haven’t they?
Thank you for sharing, Sascha.
Unfortunately. Thank you, Sheri.
You’re very welcome. Stay safe.🌹
Thank you. You too!
Sascha, this is a very powerful poem. It’s sad that the world is becoming something so unfamiliar to us. Thank you for visiting and following my blog.
Thanks, Anne. I do hope we all regain perspective at some point soon.