Living in a soul born before,
I feel the intense pain of humanity.
Greed closed heaven's door,
as I write about mankind's vanity.
Slavery of the 1860's, Women's Suffrage,
to the Great depression of 1929.
Love is of that which burns,
marked words are of what I never had.
This poetic road has many turns,.
my words lost as good turns ghost.
Concentration camps of World War 2,
to Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Regretful tears flow like a river
into a countless life filled azure ocean.
I lay awake in a cold sweat,
sorry things aren't like before the wheel.
Race riots of the 60's, Women's movement ,
Viet Nam, HIV, 911, and the Gulf War.
Into the valley of homelessness,
not knowing where man's soul homes lies.
I suffer a wordless existence,
that leads me to believe there is no sunrise.
From new born tyranny to Covid-19
the world has lost its way in the darkness.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween"
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