A Patch Of Weeds Poem by Tsani Jones

She lies silent among the weeds.
She is there because
I left her there,
For her mind could not reach mine.

She is there,
Clothed in stillness
As I view from
Eliptical orbit.

My pain has wrought this,
An Illness, a wrath of God
As remote as a desert cavern
Awaiting a full cistern
From who knows where.

No rains this time of year,
They hide like mice
In a hurricane.

No bondage for the
Innocent,
All quiet in a cacophony
Of thought.

She is not alone,
I am with her,
But the chasm awaits
As I divine a crossing.

Emergence of the
Soulstorm weakens on hold,
Firms one grip,
Tightens one bond.

For she lies within the weed,
Silent,
And still.