Tentative Poet

Rookie (18/06/1961 / Singapore)

Her - Poem by Tentative Poet

the pale sky cries.
yes, it cries the cry of birds

lost their way,
their direction twisted by

heavy clouds in the path.
thickly the wind whips

their tired wings, chasing
like anger unleashed upon

the unwary.
innocent blood spilled

by ignorance, the seeking
of misery her cross to bear,

the unholy course paved by
dark footprints, each one

a stamp of pain
immeasurable.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010



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