Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2014
Her soul was steeped in grief and howls of sadness poured
From her body after the policeman 's bullet ended the life of her only child born into the earth a male and all the green  young green trees
Had been cut down and lay still in death lost to life
Much like a bird in a big empty house with no escape banging
Against the walls that locked it away from freedom
Away from the sand and fog of a lone sea
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
334
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems