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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sun hindered sultry earth, wet mound of mossy growth, Cast to my grave way too early, untold secrets held by oath. My cross bearing name, years untold, vines they wind, Loved ones, lost souls crying, constrained, I’ve left behind. Placed six feet under, to reside, by wronged eternal shame, Respect shallowly given, bare tombstone, initialed name. Unkempt, desolate, outskirts, socially banished bed I lay, Once disclosed, a man’s untold secret, during night times fallen day. Provoking sudden panic, with “vulgar lies” by fortunes truth, “Prove it” flame torches burned, sovereign citizens, absent ruth. Those ideas came and went, a mistake, to share such knowledge, A frightened small town life, unjust powers screamed abolish. Unleashed a fears throne devil, tied up “witch”, my smoke stack burned, Inherited genes my sisters gathered, a unions threat, conversed they learned. A gift of genuine beauty, I’ve stood behind these sorcerers lives, Through times suspicious husbands, to life’s ‘all knowing’ cautious wives. For my sisters they kept quiet, by sustained years, their families grew, Long lived our families secret, a blood lined “witch”, for all she knew. Overgrown vines for years have passed, Salem nights as they have changed, Life’s seasons, predicted secrets, no longer provoked by fears deranged. For these vines is all that’s held me, natures embrace casted shadow, Death speaks, my lingered voice, unspoken truth will not forego. Not ruled by judgements nature, for in me their roots have grown. Unseen, my weathered head stone, dressed in vines, I’m not alone, A child’s future, my leaves unraveled, jaded visions to them I give, My torture speaks, a hidden tombstone, the Salem witch in you, I live. Over grown with Vines- Poetry Contest Dated 10-04-2016
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