I needed a release from the pain I often feel in this life... living in a self-delusional world tempered by joylessness and lamenting the lovely visions we see in television, in books, in song of hope and glory.
Here's my contribution, sad as it might be, to the literary world. A lot of this poetry was written when I was young and some when I was older (ranges from 9 to 19). The ones posted here are mostly my early works. Some is good, most is bad. Either which way, it's here and not much you can do about it.
Poetry © Karen A Vest. Use only with permission.
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Red on White
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