I look but do not

yearn to see

I see but make

sense of nought,

does my knowing 

change a thing 

my knowledge is

scant and futile, 

my rich empathy 

is not nutrition 

my compassion 

not clean water,

what good is my

knowing other than 

to rob me of sleep

feeling helpless.

© Graham R Sherwood 7/25

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words seep from me

like blood from a

careless wound,

a life forceI I can little

afford to lose, which at

times becomes a

relentless flow,

I try in vain to stem

such unwanted loss,

and refuse the words,

push them back

starving them of air,

some submit easily

thin unworthy ones

that untended, suffuse

the page, angular

warped, ugly,

so I wait for the

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