Karen van Wyk
Karen van Wyk Poems
|1.||This Life, I Have As Mine||12/26/2007|
|3.||Poem #1653 - Old Man In The Park||12/27/2007|
|4.||Cradle Of Splendid Glory||12/27/2007|
|5.||A Million Miles||1/1/2008|
|7.||Her Child A Soldier||11/23/2007|
|8.||The Widows Cry||1/3/2008|
The Widows Cry
Crying out in anguish.
Flesh, and blood, and voice!
A cleansed soul left to dry!
Such searing pain, such poise.
Gnashing waves rise,
to salty eyes.
No release shall fall!
How shall she live in this wicked life?
What will become of these hollowed walls?
She cannot breathe!
She cannot fight!
All hope has faded, gone from her sight.
You! All the many you!
Know not this pain!
Her lifes mate!
How shall she bare the empty weight?
This lifeless spirit!
She bleeds dry in daily strides.
Oh, a survivor is she, to be ...