Like WATERS That Drain Away
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Our
young saplings
snap at the roots
uprooted by thieves
Who steal their hearts
and darken their souls.
Look in their eyes
vacant and cold.
When did the suction transpire?
How did we lose them?
Who did Satan hire?
As violent actions increase
with sad ease
and this agonizing
pain wilts our knees
to gravel
withstand
as King David
in utmost despair
we pray:
"May they disappear
(The wicked)
like waters
that drain away."
© Lucretia Mccloud, 2 hours ago
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A very nice poem. Ilike the part of washing sin down the drain.