She is the mother of us all,
were she not grown.
Her son but a brother, a brat,
the world not moved
for her words fell on no one.
She fought and fussed,
wasting away in sociality,
and now she is trapped.
Aware and complacent,
she no longer burns.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
She is the mother of us all,
were she not grown.
Her son but a brother, a brat,
the world not moved
for her words fell on no one.
She fought and fussed,
wasting away in sociality,
and now she is trapped.
Aware and complacent,
she no longer burns.