Whispers From Stone

Whispers From Stone

written by: Beth Tremaglio

@TremaglioBeth

Stigmas fall like rain
upon the backs of the young,
souls rooted to broken stone.
There are no sidewalks here only streets.
Colors fade to gray.
There are no homes here only government structures erected as gods
creeping through the veins of the hungry.
Restless dreams given from broken walls,
taken captive by plates filled with rationed mantras
sung by those who hear but do not listen.
Poverty like a cancer grows
binding the arms of the young
to whispers from stone.

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Beth Tremaglio

JULY 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Finding my way back to myself through writing and climbing.
Musings
Randomness of thoughts
Writing words, letting them live through me

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