| Mangled Tangled Pangs Of Guilt There’s always some place out back Where we can cast aside the debris of life, A cancerous spot for all things grim we now lack The sum total of dumped misdemeanours and strife. The mangled motives and jangling emotions we share Crowd within the confines of our heavy hearts now. Our view of life becomes boarded with vision so bare Just leaden leanings and heavy edges and a lined brow. Time passes and tangled thoughts seep through it all Leaching our lives with softening subtlety, and we know The pangs of guilt are cut like butter curls of rusted iron Denying the possibility of a joyous carefree tomorrow. |
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| Karen P Hall |
| All photographs by Karen P Hall ARPS copyright 2009 |
| Poems by Anne Rainbow |