Roots
Roots
by Marsha Marie
strings of passion
reached for love
the echoes cried
of what is not
dry and decayed
i cease
no more
my throat is sliced
red rivers are dry
did no one hear me scream
death a welcome end
listen
you hear nothing
but never-ending emptiness
burn me alive
of use am i
the winds of forgiveness tried
but blankets are heavy and dusty
i want to dissipate
nothing to live for
but only memories of lost youth
