Black Waters Poem by venessa ambrose
Black Waters
Like the sinful cry,
Of a disflowered maiden,
a maiden head torn,
And the veil of shame restored.
Like the voice of defeat,
A warriors doom,
Shame creeps away glory,
shadows of history.
Like a poet dread,
Empty ink and torn sheet,
Void of lines,
Empty of music.
As a baby born with death,
Child of procreation,
Now brings mortality,
Painful edorado!
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4/25/2024 12:48:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
that was pretty sweet