Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. Poet Rhyme

The Lost 2k10

With only a morsel of self-esteem  
we've not awoken.  
Will we remain as "Humpty Dumpty's";  
Forever broken?  
Will our emotions encloaked be left  
thereof unspoken?  

Ultimately which path are we apt to  
walking alonge?  
Ultimately just where exactly do we  
lost belong?  
Residing where right seems minority  
to legions of wrong.  

Are we destine for a wasteland of  
utter loneliness?  
Please! Tell us Gypsy, that in our  
futures there's loveliness?  
For we long to escape this self-  
destructive wilderness.

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Anne Rutherford March 5, 2012 at 7:04 AM Sad but very well written Anthony ,last line sums it up . If only a gypsy could realy tell us our futures, would we be any different? Anne

Elizabeth Wesley September 7, 2011 at 7:47 PM Deeply emotional and sad. Your expression underscore the emptiness that you express so well.

Thvia Shetley August 2, 2011 at 9:13 AM A very deep piece of inner turmoil.... nicely done.

Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. August 2, 2011 at 9:13 AM Thanks to all of the poets whom have simply taken the time to read some of my older work here. Hope that you enjoyed reading. A fellow poet, - Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.