“All human life has its seasons, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always." T.Capote
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Wretched Tears
The wretched tears of grief
I will come to know
as the fiend builds with us his home
through his obscurity
we can't see
that he hides within a healers coat
the serpent that is he
from a crown of bloody slivers
his putrid soul was framed
the slivers pierce and gouge his skin
still, he hides well
the secret from within
but soon
my wretched tears of grief
will turn to acid
on his open skin
and all who worship him will know
for whom he is a kin
not a healer at all
but satins heinous angel
of callous death is him.
For my mother who was murdered in 1979 When I was only 10
