Distant BloodA Poem by OtherWorldWoman
The rain pours through the rafters
And I sit out on the roof A skylight in the ceiling Is my window to the truth A family sits beneath me Through the golden rainy haze Eating turkey at a table By the cozy fire blaze A baby in a high chair Man and wife in love Grins are painted 'cross their faces I, reminiscing from above This family once was mine as well Alas, I had moved on For, once I walk across the stage New life is to be drawn I feel like I'm slipping Away from life itself My unstable grip is ripping I try to push myself Nothing helps my grief stand out More than joy alone When I, myself am greeted By stares of solid stone © 2011 OtherWorldWoman |
Stats
208 Views
2 Reviews Added on September 3, 2010 Last Updated on August 5, 2011 AuthorOtherWorldWomanCanadaAboutif (typeof pap_o == "undefined") {var pap_o = document.onmouseup;if (typeof pap_o == "undefined") pap_o = function(){return true;};function papSetC($Name,$Value,$EndH){var exdate=new Date();$EndH=e.. more..Writing
|