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Shadows

December 30, 2014 By Cynthia English Leave a Comment

Who lives in this place?
This habitat of waste
Eyes closed, I turn away
So that it might not be

Who lives in this place?
This corridor of discarded lives
Head down, I pretend not to see
So that I might not be

Another righteous hypocrite
Who walks the other way
Arms tucked close
I pick up my pace

My life casts a shadow
On this passageway of despair
Don’t mistake my hesitation with concern
My righteousness wavers; I walk on

Compassion atrophies into apathy
They who live in this place
Are far too good for me
I live ashamed

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