Katy Lue


There is A Sign


There is sign that can not be read

by adults or children alike,

the sign is worn with weather and eyes

that have never understood what it said,


There is a sign that can not be read

it sits at the end of the street,

where people have died and others have cried

because of the horror they meet,


There is a sign that can not be read

but instead is felt with strife,

the sign is tall and short all the same

with letters that slit like a knife,


There is a sign that can not be read

because the pain is too much to bare,

too much to think

too much to know,

too much is the sign that sits there,


There is a sign that can not be read

There is a sign that can not be read,

There is a sign that was nailed up days ago
There is a sign that can not be read.

Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013
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