The Cows Teat Poem by Jra Gra

The feeling that tears his inside,
That brings a spring of tears.
The whole numbing thought
That all's in vain,
For man's doomed
To do it all again.

Fate, Destiny.
Like a milkmaids hand,
Squeezing.
Tugging on the heart,
Milking the tears.
As the bucket fills
Draining the interior landscapes
Day after day.
Parched, barren under a perpetual
Lowering, moody, grey,
Windy, cold, dark sky.

As he grew
Tall and strong
Toward the Sun,
The space inside
Sprouts green and lush.
Bloomed and blossomed,
Watered by hope.
Seeded by optimism.

In the sunshine
Of his understanding
The future beckoned,
Opportunity lay about
Littering the skyline.

His heart matured,
Swollen with knowledge,
Swelled with joy
As he confidently strode
Forth into the night
Of his personal destiny.
The horizon of which
Never drew closer.