I am contained, life leaves, dripping
out. I create an ultra life seeping
as if the mountains grant the clouds
to enter.
A river pleads for emptiness as the willow
forgives the water and lets its branches
free into a world of concrete and stone.
The breaking heart summons cryptic
storms to punish the innocent. Separate
the cries, my praying soul is smothered
with toxic daggers.
Forget love, cut the spirit down. I beg,
grinding my teeth, swearing as if the curve
of a stone stuck my mind.
Deidre Grotbo
