Gene Trees Poem by Sona Wilae

Gene Trees

Rating: 5.0


What say you, when the rent is due?
Why shrill squalid souls for cheap wine?
Your children await greens and bread,
swollen stomachs of dark unrest.

Ghosts permeate their seams of wood
dry-rotted, while termites seek skin
of the oppressed, daunting failed light,
happy in joyless dreams, do tell?

Graves tremble with resurrecting
grace, revealing hard pale secrets
told to wander the halls of minds
uncovering disgraces of blood.

Welcome pain and celebrate you,
open the portals of the gene tree.

Gene Trees
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: blood,family,nightmares,real life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Time heals all wounds, that still doesn't mean the scars are bearable.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 16 January 2018

Sona, such an interesting write...10+++

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Sona Wilae 16 January 2018

Thank you so much! ! ! !

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