No Love To Sow
At one point in my life, I had much love to yield
And now my heart; is a fallowed field
That has been overworked and sadly underfed,
It is now a place in which to bury the dead
Feelings relegated to dank shadowed tombs,
Oh, how I wish I had never left the womb
Warm and safe; I was never unprotected
Until cruelly expelled into a world so neglected
At one point in my life, I had much love to yield
And now my heart; is a fallowed field.
Copyright © Michael Donnelly | Year Posted 2007
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