Suzanne Burke has brought me to tears once more with these verses that commemorate a beautiful lost soul we met in Suzanne’s books “Empty Chairs” and “Faint Echoes of Laughter”. Please, read on…
Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.
Welcome again to “Glimpses Across the Barricades” my poetry in progress.
Today I share with you a brief glimpse of my dear friend, Jenny. I met her on the streets when she was barely eight-years-old. I was eleven. She took her own life several years ago. The world is a darker place now that her sweet soul no longer lights it.
MASKS
By
Suzanne Burke.
MASKS.
Eight-year-old eyes
Devoid of hope
For the innocence was gone.
Eight-year-old ears
That only heard
Violent words, of crushing fear.
Eight-year-old soul
That barely whispered
Before it was taken away.
Eight-year-old heart
With no joyous beat
A heart that stopped too soon.
And the masks that we wear
Cause others despair
As they search to find something long gone.
Masks of laughter bent and twisted.
Faces shielding the dark within.
The weapons we are wielding
Peirce far beneath the…
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❤️️ Thank you, John. Jenny deserves to be remembered.
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I agree, Soooz. You’re welcome – my pleasure!
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