Asymptomatic

Family Tree

Many reach the heights of fame
While others wander ’round insane
This “waste of life” in misery
Fell from the sacred family tree
The self-inflicted wounds she bore
Added to the dreadful score
Of her unforeseen attempts
At finding ways to be exempt
From superficial earthly ways
That brought no substance to her days
She dug much deeper than she should
And found the dirt beneath the wood
Of polished floors stained with the blood
Of martyred bones that lie in mud
‘Neath floral wreaths and chanted words
Meant to protect and keep unheard
The truth

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on April 25, 2015, in poetry, quote and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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