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Angry emotion takes to ink And smears itself across my page In a desperate attempt To name the beast Whose craft is confusion Whose art is concealment Will in the naming Light be forced Down the throat of denial To shine through the bowels of truth. Will peace and sanity Reign In a world of hate and lunacy?

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/12/2018 2:01:00 AM

"like serpents through resting grass" explains that movement perfectly! I like this one a lot, Gretchen. Thank you for sharing.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/12/2018 1:42:00 AM

Kaley, I recognize the frailty of humanness and good intentions going so bad fast in this poem. It is a favorite for me.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/12/2018 1:37:00 AM

I love it that you STROLLED into the conclave of the depraved. So casually you make it sound. This is an awesome poem that gets better in every stanza.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/12/2018 1:34:00 AM

I love it that you STROLLED into the conclave of the depraved. So casually you make it sound. This is an awesome poem that gets better in every stanza.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/12/2018 1:24:00 AM

I cannot help but wonder if you are having trouble posting to the Soup website; because I have been having problems and this poem reminds me of my own troubles lately.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/12/2018 1:20:00 AM

Brilliant poem, and such an apt title!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/12/2018 1:04:00 AM

The angry emotions yell loudly and clearly in this poem. Wow!