Refugee | Poem
Refugee
To have no home, no place to go
To be without—identity.
Nothing in a pocket
Shoes without laces
Time too much to spend
Grieving.
Hope hanging from a noose
In a stranger’s hand.
How does the heart survive?
Where is the kindness that kills
The dogs of war?
The fires have burned to ashes
Smoke rises without flame
And the future is a long, cold night lost
Alone.
- Laurence Overmire
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Short Bio
Laurence Overmire is an actor/director/writer who has worked
on stage, film and television from coast to coast. He founded and
produced The Writer's Lab in Los Angeles, a non-profit organization to
foster quality writing in the entertainment industry. Currently,
he is developing a club act in Columbus, Ohio.
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