Seriphims: The work of others
Amanda Wunsche
A mothers loss not yet known.
The day has come for her to mourn,
for now she truelly feels alone.
A tear, not yet off her cheek,
a sigh not yet exhaled.
She's so scared; Afraid to speek,
keeping all her emotions veiled.
Overwhelming guilt, depression,
each day's so hard to face,
every night's inside regression
makes her want to leave this place.
Within, she's all but falling apart;
Without she holds her tounge;
She could use a fresh new start,
a life refilled w
Her freedom, her downfall.
She's tried logic, hope and reason,
and faith in them all.
A handsome boy, not yet a man;
And yet he might as well be.
He's tought her: if she wants, she can;
He's loved her; set her free.
And now? Now his spirits caged,
restless and losing heart.
THis love, so new, is feeling aged,
and they are falling apart.
Her heart cries out: but she
refuses to let it be heard.
She just wants to see him free,
and avoid anymore sharp words.
