Seeds of disappointment fall
my soul the fertile ground…
Roots spread quickly undisturbed
and darkness now surrounds…
Soon the fruit appears to all
the birth of bitterness…
Touching all the ones I love
and causing much distress…
Cries for help are never heard
the war keeps raging on…
My anger takes a heavy toll
and leaves me so withdrawn…
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013
No comments:
Post a Comment