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