Wheat
It’s facile to turn your back on the turmoil
to walk away from the disarray
forego the risks of reaching out
into the morass to hands that
might be holding deadly daggers
Separating the wheat from
the chaff can be a challenge
the stalkers and gawkers
from the sincere merely
searching for a kindred soul
with whom to share their
dreams that drive them on
for one more day and another after that
though they’ve known nothing but darkness
the hopes they desperately hold onto
as they shiver in an icy sea of melancholy
This screen my window to the world
in all its ugliness and glory
my only means of sharing my story
My wallet empty and my prospects few
these paltry words all I have to offer you
Copyright © Angela Douglas | Year Posted 2021
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