Blaine Strong


Cherokee Fury - Poem by Blaine Strong

The blind man came with rage! Fury!
He restrained my heart and placed it in a cage with creatures so wet, furry.
Amongst the dying of a new day I plant a seed in the garden. Knowing it will not grow. Begging the soil for mercy. One last time. Please oh hallowed ground. Show me love just once.
Give me a blossom!
Wondering along a road I had once forgotten.
Soil beneath my fingertips I could smell the river rock. I could feel the sting of gravel beneath my feet. The arrowheads warm edge, ripping away at the small skin beneath my toes. I look back at the trail of blood.... Cherokee rage.....
The sky had no answer for my wonder. I had lost it's vision in my slumber... I rot away...
Trapped in my cage; the dying of a new day!

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 27, 2015



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