A Certain Kind-
a poem...
When we were young and prosperous we wanted for telling of stories to persuade us life would remain good even when it became hard, In these vicious and chaotic days we require poets to convince us that amid horrors and destructions joy is still a viable enterprise, When we are tired and in pain it takes a certain kind of music to hold any hopeful words together.
Walk in hope-
-henry





It is ever the question, who comforts the comforters...where do they get their solace from the gloom around them? I don't know from where I stand.