Monday, August 15, 2011

A poem about something I heard somewhere...what do you think to it?

This is very haunting poem of someone trapped by their talents. Their obsessions and addictions control the parents leaving children cold hungry and suffering neglect. I can almost see them as if the painting of two little boys on brown chairs stare forlornly back at me with their sad eyes telling me of neglect and fear. I think it is "angels" not "Angles"

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