I'm Here, I Love, I Save

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

The crushed, the bruised, and abused
The neglected, trampled, and falsely accused.
I seek . . .
The outcasts, society's vilest, wildest and unborn
The shoved aside with knives in their side
I seek . . .

I wait . . .
For the unloved, the forgotten, a memory too short
A face bruised in life's race--seeking a peace of sorts.
Maybe a laugh, maybe a hand, or maybe a whispered kiss
A touch of love from someone beyond
I wait . . .

I love . . .
Whom you have cast aside
Whom you traded truth for lies.
I love . . .
you when no mortal flesh will love
In ways of dreams, of silent waterfalls,
picnics in fantasy meadows, of larks,
eagles in flight and peaceful doves.

I'm here . . .
always, not fading with persecution's swords
always, not fearing dark tyrant's lies and words.
I'm here . . .
when storms seem so angry, huge, and strong
when friends are dim and you seem so wrong.

I save . . .
the unsaved, the one who the odds were against
the social refuse, the church's odd and recluse.
I save . . .
you when no one would dare come hear
I save . . .
I beg you to just with me be near.

© 2017 Kenneth Avery