The mind in a caged sleep, tears shed,
the thoughts of false caring that others
portray is a lie. Their spitefulness in
thought held captive the sleeping mind
not allowing it to wake. There are those
that cannot be trusted, they show concern
for their own selves and their own greed.
They are always on the prowl to take, take,
and take. They cause pain to the minds of
the blameless and find in it joy, their tongue
of fire knows not the truth. Yet, they will ask
you for your prayers, to engorge their own
needs. If they touch your life, it will never be
the same…
Run, Run, Run…
©2014.annjohnsonmurpree
ann johnson-murphree 
Ann, I sometimes find myself running like the wind for this very reason. I felt the truth of this in my bones as I read it.
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And I as I created it…as a loner (which most writers are), I have found “looks” judging me as well and tongues. I have little to converse when speaking as my head is constantly overflowing with words. I loved you post for that, just let me be me, right. Thanks Chatter have a great weekend. Ann
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Thank you Ann. I can relate just as much to your comment as to your post. I hope you’re having a great weekend. I am joyfully sailing through mine!
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Encountered the same kind of lies… Purity in words something rare to find.
Thank you for sharing… I really like the way you have written it. 🙂
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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“They are always on the prowl to take, take, and take.” 🙂 hello, ms. ann… love, love this poem. thank you. hope you are keeping well. greetings from the Philippines. ~San
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Thank you San, please visit often as I will your site. ajm
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