Black Sheep Farm

The stifling mold

Of your stealthy blanket of shame

Left me wanting

Waiting for love

 Wanting to be counted

 

The blackest sheep die on your farm

But who’s counting anyway

 

Mother dear Mother

You drew the faulty blade

Abated my innocence

Which once undone

Was never meant to be

 

The blackest sheep die on your farm

But who’s counting anyway

 

Contract

Corrupted

Natural

Order

Usurped

 

She who bore me cast me away

Left me to dust

Left me to him

Though I cried out

Left me anyway

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

Sorry took me a while to get to this. Lost my modem Thurs night and was not able to really do anything online until now. I liked the feeling of desiring to understand something you know you will never be able to no matter how hard you try. Battling both the inner demon as well as dealing with the fact of the reality of being placed in a place of almost wanting to blame yourself in some twisted way even though you know you are not to blame in the least. Very interesting thoughts this places in my mind and such a pleasure to allow to consume them.


Great Job!!!!!!

[wizthom]

WOW BA-BAA- THE BLACK SHEEP MADE TO FEEL LIKE A OUTCAST CARRY THE REJECTION FOR LIFE.OR IS THAT DEATH OH WELL..I SEE NOW THIS WAS HEART FELT AND PERSONAL ,,PEACE WIZTHOM

[Emily B]

I wouldn't mind if sheep came in black, pink and purple. White sheep grazing in a green field are so boring.

[No one]

Now I'll feel guilty when I sit down to a nice bowl of haggis.

I could feel this like a punch in the stomach. ---->Left me to dust
Left me to him
Though I cried out
Left me anyway

[The Elder Pine]

It sounds like home, my mothers empty arms. The cold chill wile they smile and say I love you...that smile never touches their eyes or their souls. Very nice form, goos use of alliteration as well. I know such a feeling as this one-always have. Thank you very much for sharing.