What could I have done to anger
This frighteningly alive
Mask over my sun?
Are my sins so great
That even the rain feels the need
To try to rinse me clean?
Why, even the trees whisper
Condolences, at least forgiving
My unknown trump of nature!
I can't be this awful, I think,
Though the skies, rain, and trees
Seem to protest a differing
Opinion.
As always, critique most welcome!
2 comments:
EmilyRuth ... I ... am blown away, I really am. I ... am speechless ...
You really dig deep and bring up the things that a lot of people push out of their minds and don't want to think about. You are a wonderful poet! *wipes a tear*
*blush*
thanks so much girlwtb! you always make me smile :)
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