Early Works - For Kindness Must Survive

With majestic of old, the fire of the city with sadness of the suburbs and sorrow of poverty I walk in the blindness of the quiet with mute expression that reflects misgiving. With the world in darkest despair I breathe in smoke filled air then against a background of black, I slowly fight the fantasy for fact, but the battle is a long one with sorrow on either side and until it’s won, I must hide. There seems no room for the good only bad but I must fight for kindness must survive and bad destroyed for good must stay alive it must be that way to survive. Date unknown