There is it,
just beyond the horizon of dreams,
a thing called hope.
It should shine
like a beacon in the midnight sky,
yet its brilliance dulls.
Our inhumanity to man,
always holding the weak
for their lack of strength,
yet those who beat are the weak.
upon a soul filled with human faith,
is that which scares us.
Do we fear it all,
because we do not understand ourselves,
or because we do not care.
Humans, weak if not loved,
strongest at their weakest point
because of their fighting spirit,
let it shine like a supernova exploding.
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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