Anita Clark

Rookie (13/10/1989 / Falkirk)

Whispers - Poem by Anita Clark

The wind whispers to each;
Sentiments of life, sentimenst to keep,
The sun burns away, our worries decay,

For those few days we are repaid,
By love, from the world we cruelly
Break,
Divide,
Constant war, Constant sides
Forever seperated...
Peace will never shine bright.

The waves ripple, deepest seas drown apathetic waste,
Until the end - nothing's left...

A calf bled for sacrifice,
We drain the world for our own device.
Drip, drip drain away,
Crystal blood, once frozen,
Melting, rising...

And as we all begin to drown,
A whispered answer will frown,
And tell us it was our own fault,
To ignore such problems,
And not to halt.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 5, 2006



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