Wednesday, March 2, 2011

In the distance

Are they whimpers or are they screams
I sense another lonely monkey
From a the god like Harry Harlow
experiments of neglect
the screams like gas bubble
trapped in the swamp struggle against
the mud to be released

When the whimpers break free
through vent of vulnerability
Will they be heard and acknowledge
or will others recoil run away
We may never know
but the sensing of another lightens this monkey's load


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