Short Harrows Poems

The once rich fields lay fallow now
Spared of the harrows blade
Abundant crops but memories
The grasses long since hayed

The old farm tractor, silent now
Still sadly stands in wait
Dressed in a red brown coat of rust
Unyielding to it's fate

12/26/2011...

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The guilt, it etches
deep into the soul
why is it that I
want what I
can't have


The shame, it harrows
your psychological well being
what is it
that makes it so


I am on my knees in
the garden of my Eden
wondering where
I've gone wrong


Really I am
on my knees in repentance
wallowing in a burnt down love
of human reasoning
and that's where it ends


In this trip of guilt
society is not one
will not reach
its full potential
will perish....

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