Earth
I carry the weight of graveyards, strife, and sadness
with me. Often I hear the cries of my children,
as they bleed and suffer, their tears and blood
chocking my Bliss. It is very hard for me to bear
these tensions, knowing that I have no arms
at all, to console my children.....
Date of Entry: 10/13/2016
Previous Contest: Personification
Date Contest was Finalized: 10/19/2016
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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