Thursday, January 8, 2015

Oh Adam

Restless feet
And dim directions
Crying voices
Vague reflections
A family in crisis
A mother in pain
Anemic father
Children strained
If she chooses death
Her ashes remain
Memories of Eve
Won't be in vain
As she wanders the road
After her last repast
The voices whisper
They are her last
Silence and time
Have led her here
Expelled from the garden
Naked with fear
And neither the breath of the wind
Or the fire of the sun
Will animate the body
Once the soul is undone.

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