Untitled Poem 01
Splick, splosh, splash. The stormy sky’s crash;
Emptying all of heavens rejected sadness onto our heads.
Greed is laughing, as gales fell trees to the marshy ground.
The knurled earth twists and boils spitting out sorrow.
Lightning strikes!
Umbrellas deflect angels’ tears and direct the gods’ fury,
Darkness encompasses the earth-
Evil takes Joy’s place-
All is death. All is hatred.
When an infant’s cry’s for a lost mother lightens the skies.
Copyright © Charlotte Prentis | Year Posted 2016
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