Evelynne Wren Poems

Dark cloud…
Storm of thunder,
Rage of power all,
Over the land it will come over,
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Corpses of long missed fathers, sons.
The grass and flowers permanatly stanied with blood and smell of what happened.
Tears of mouring mothers and sisters
for the loved ones lost.
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As the Sun kisses the Moon goodnight,

The moon shines brightly for all lovers at mid-night,
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Brain can't take much of this isalation...
Instead, I waste away before my familey.

Mouth wanting for the moment in which I can once again converse...
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Sad little drummer boy
thinking to himself
'Why did have mommy die
Why does dady seem so sly'
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Look at them busey bees,
working for mother hive.

I sit here a waiting wasp,
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This is not a courtroom
Instead of a jury,
There are armies.
Instead of words,
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