- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Woman Knelt
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Click hereA woman knelt.
and called on gods.
She called and hailed.
But found no answer.
A woman cried.
And beat her breast.
Why me god?
Always me god?
This woman looked
and saw her path.
All was deep darkness.
The light was dead.
She wailed to god.
Prostrate in dust.
Not me god.
Where is god?
She looked before.
And looked behind.
All was twisted
and deeply scarred.
This woman howled
and tore her flesh.
I'm old god.
I'm dead god.
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendover 16 years agowho has obviously suffered so much, just crying out to be heard by God. Well done. (Just a minor comment on the very second line, 'gods' would be better written as 'god'.)
CupidsGurlalmost 19 years agoYour imagery is great. I can feel her pain. Just want to give her a hand up, an ease her suffering...
More Plez~
