Who Cares?


As often as I reach
The stretching fades
As much as I see
Only what I can

It disappears
I open my inner eye
To see the bellowing of light
As loud my sound, no one hears
It only echoes

Looking up
At those standing above
I see you there
From down here
None of you see my pain
So you move on to your gain

Which one of you can see
See, as far as me
Can you dance in my pit?
Or sing, so loud starved of sound
Barking out vibrations….



Photograph by Alejandro Lopez


Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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  1. Mary says:

    I LOVE IT!!! I think this is My Favorite ☺

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