These egregious times we live in,
when blood pours
like a river from an open wound,
where trust is a barren land,
humanity is the desert
with our parched lips we thirst for apathy.
Yet what we receive is a dark hand
across our very souls,
leaving us to believe hope is a fading light.
Is there hope, a beacon in the sky,
as stars shine brilliantly
so should our humanity for society.
For we are the last true bastion
of a wayward mankind,
that wondered in a barren ancient desert,
searching for the meaning of existence,
learning to taste bitterness
to discover the sweetness of human life.
Hopefully a fierce rage of rain
drowns our empathy,
so we can surface as a complete race.
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 three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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