Monday, October 24, 2011

BROKEN WEBS STILL STICK

A father's sin

Your bed is cold, your room is strange
You roam alone on death's range
No son, no daughter, no wife
You chased them all with hunger and strife
Did not the voice bid you change
Now you die alone on a bed strange


A son's cross

The thoughts chewed in darkened shadows
You spit now standing in the gallows
How your heart beat like drums of war
Now that you know your death is sure
Did you not hear the still, firm voice
And yet you held on to your choice



A daughter's curse

You groan now, no one hears
The one that sees your tears only leers.
He stirs inside you and you curse
He is the worm that gives your heart sores
Did not the silent voice say wait
Look now you weep, but its too late



A mother's tears

You sit alone hiding in darkness bright
You drown in this sea, no friend in sight
For he is dead and far that wedded you
The evil claws have taken your seeds too
You heard the voice but still you fled
And now the pain snuggles in your bed

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