Sorrows Embrace
What but the birds shrill song
The dog’s long howl
The babies screeching cry
Prickled fur of fear
Hollow ribs of the starved
Eyes dense like a black birds
Fear crackling in the wind
Backs turn without a glance
The flame flickers a dying dance
Darkness without a Dawn
Dirt fresh on shallow graves
A new being is born
Will it learn traits of scorn
Man is the sire of sorrow
Will there be a tomorrow
Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)
Image by Willy Gobel
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Thanks it’s funny how poems sometime pop into your head then other times you just feel blocked and can’t write at all.
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Beautiful!
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