How could the world I’ve cherished so much,
Be ten feet underground,
I’m cold and alone with not so much as a smile,
No ones here to be found,
I stand alone on the edge of compassion,
In winds that don’t exist,
Staring at a grave so vast, that it steals your breath,
As it sparkles in the dusty mist,
Yesterday’s papers are the same as today,
Just nothing that you can do,
Except watch as they rot in the gutter of life,
Its heartbreaking I know but its true.
So we keep on looking for a world that isn’t there,
Hopeing for a sign of god
But this is the edge of compassion my friend,
And there’s nothing there….How Odd?
Edward Ramsden
7/2/05
Like so many, sad at the state of the world.
This was my secret statement.
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