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Wanton Spirit


Rain clouds fill the sky

The grass beneath her feet

The thunderclaps drown her cry

The sky begins to weep

Her pain, she must keep

The eerie darkness conceals her tears

the grass beneath her knees

her rain-soaked clothes

her tear strained pleas

and everything she sees

No one in this place can hear her

the marble monuments

the cracking stone

All that's left of life's transfer

she is all alone

The oppressive downpour relents

the mud in her hands

the silence broke with her strangled cry

as the light of sun expands

A figure in the light

a voice she does not know

"This place is for the living

Oh wanton spirit, GO!"


© Bex Rasmussen 2021

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