StolenA Poem by G. K. BosticOne may never know the damage of words spoken to the young.
Words...like wicked wind Breathed away hopes and dreams
Like smoke in the breeze Leaves from the trees Drifting away
Like chimney's smoke Floating into nothingness Vanishing
Leaving a void Emptiness
And in the emptiness Fear Lonliness Hopelessness
Whirled away by wicked winds © 2010 G. K. BosticFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorG. K. BosticPAAboutRetired Special Education Teacher & Supervisor, Writer of poetry and Nanowrimo novel, wife, mother, grandmother, and lover of country. I can be found at www.gkbostic.com Update: Since I wrote this .. more..Writing
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