Ghost of Cain
Replace this heart of soiled sedition.
This junkyard filled with ugly treason.
Forgive, o Lord, embattled reason,
at the turnpike, chosen left ...off course.
His smoke went up with no remorse,
where my jealous hate, my brother slain,
branded brow the mark of Cain.
Now thoughts are choked by desert sand,
I beg reprieve with blistered hands.
Stolen youth in a game of chance,
Just took off, no backward glance.
Blinded by the blaring sun, aided by the caravans,
endless miles through wispy sands
My zest for water I forgot to think,
At night a mare that steals my drink.
Dancing girls in searing heat,
with hooded eyes and flaming feet,
a swimming haze, in a river there
towards I run -they disappear.
With Abel gone the ghost of Cain,
tries to talk but can not say,
Who howls at night and barks all day?
Blood of my brother, source of my pain
Your soul still wanders on a deserted plain
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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