Inside This Mind Ii
The bunny ran across the field
as the trees fall in despair
and as clouds rain overhead
her cup runneth over
into frayed sunlit nights
and the stars weep molten tears
carrying into yesterdays tomorrow.
Poisonous fumes fill her soul
to light the unlit places
with dark matter dew drops,
spiderweb dreams in attics cold
yellowed picture frames rot in purple metal boxes
for the weeping morning mother
and the bright smiles last until the next day-
the boats float in starry places under
the dark blanket of maturity, where small children die and adults sob.
The censorship of the Holy Bible
causes opinions to burn, like
people holding a kiss inside
unable to release it and unable to forget.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2009
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