From a faraway distance
know you can see all that is out of control in the air around the world that is pulling at the seams. People are locked away, worried about their loved ones feeling alone and scared. Isolation is playing with the thoughts of the mind. It is never-ending, the alone. Tempers are starting to flare, rage is taking over. The wind is spreading the fire, people are hurting, sharing the pain with others. Know you are watching, the destruction is growing, wounds me be beyond healing. You are the Angel of Healing yet are letting all bleed out. So much sorrow lining the skin of faces. Scars to be felt for years yet from a distance you are sitting, watching. June 14, 2020 ©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020
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7/23/2020 01:01:50 pm
This is so sad, this whole world is out of control while we sit and watch and we can't do anything about it but pray. Excellent, well -written poem! Thank you very much, Andy, for sharing your poem with us!
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