Poems from Flutegirl94
Carry the One. carry,.. drag.. discard!
-futile. GRIPPING my face, Clawing me back..
My affliction.
my burden....
My starving hope,
.. my soul relys
upon the morn of fresh tomorrows.
For love essential--
do not withhold
upon my living dying soul...
December ashes cold and gasping lay,
upon the earth- the Millions gray.
Amidst the frozen earth of Ash, the torches flame--
the Light...
living, breathing-
Screaming Out.
silent......quiet
beating Loud.
the questions Whirling
the Self Doubts,
the eyes once blinded;
...
M ountains of work, bills, burden-- the family must be fed.
A nd a young man's dreams?
N o. they don't exist.
W orried silver...