Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Thief of the Night

Words splashed across the page
Boldly erratic and red in its rage
Barely contained
Dignity unretained

Miles away, her screams were heard loud and clear
Echoing forgotten ones of someone dear
Who shut her eyes to draw a clean slate
But soon realized redemption would come a moment too late 

Misty sheets of rain, the turned knob would pour
Yet somehow they remained, the scars that they bore
Seemingly and infinitely unclean
All because of ghost hands that are now unseen

Cover and cower; the silence is now deafening
Run and hide, 'til in their minds their eyes stop smoldering
Soon the skies will lighten, a new day comes without thunder
But two lives have still been torn asunder 

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We must never permit the voice of humanity
within us to be silenced. It is Man's sympathy with all creatures that first makes him a Man.

--Albert Schweitzer

Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.

--Viktor E. Frankl