There it is,
down the darkened hallway,
a shrine to the dead.
Graffiti, drawings, symbols, images
all state the obvious,
violence pays nothing but pain.
The streets of heartache lead here.
Dreamless paths lead to this morbid symbol.
It stands in the darkness waiting
for another name to be etched,
on it's rough porous surface.
When will the murderous carnage
end on the abandoned street.
A wall, red brick, wide as forever
exalted by the names of dead children,
who died for a causeless war.
No one can win this unholy attack on
the youth of the streets.
Now it is time to tear the wall down,
our barrier, our homage to carnage.
Compassionately give of ourselves,
so the tears can dry and the grass can grow,
through the cracks of broken dreams.
Timothy Michael DiVito c1996
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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