Caught
caught
I am caught without substance
Thrown in to chaos
not being a thought
nor a breathe of life
showing that I am
that woman
who know the thought
of the aftermath
of madness in silence
hiding from the unknown
of who I am
who is that
a servant of the world
a bone to crush
like a gladiator
a rose that struggle
daffodillls just peek
wandering jew that wonder
into the travels of despair
OH oH!
despair of nature
all wrap in to one
Bud
which is nature
the black rose
Francine King
Copyright © Francine King | Year Posted 2007
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