Post by Atheist Saint on Jun 4, 2006 0:42:31 GMT -5
Heavenly Oasis
I suppose is what you could call this
Four walls surrounding me
And Outside
And endless field of green, beauteous grass
Accompanied by flourishing, resplendent trees
One day, a strange woman
Wearing a dark black overcoat
Her face radiating dark burgundy
Knocked on my door
"This child is yours" she said
"I don't want to deal with it"
She vanished
The child lay at my doorstep
In a brittle twig basket
It's hair, red as a rose
It's eyes, red as blood
With a hint of somber
I took the child
And placed it in the middle of the room
It's eyes swelled up and began tearing
In it's tantrum
My heart felt like it got a knife jammed in it
Every second of crying the child did
Was a second of weeping my heart did
With every tear, a tree outside
Would die or crumble
With every scream, the grass outside
Would wither away and decolor
I take the baby outside
And I stared at the spot where the sun once was
The little one sheds it's last tear of the tantrum
And it fell to join the dead Earth.
I suppose is what you could call this
Four walls surrounding me
And Outside
And endless field of green, beauteous grass
Accompanied by flourishing, resplendent trees
One day, a strange woman
Wearing a dark black overcoat
Her face radiating dark burgundy
Knocked on my door
"This child is yours" she said
"I don't want to deal with it"
She vanished
The child lay at my doorstep
In a brittle twig basket
It's hair, red as a rose
It's eyes, red as blood
With a hint of somber
I took the child
And placed it in the middle of the room
It's eyes swelled up and began tearing
In it's tantrum
My heart felt like it got a knife jammed in it
Every second of crying the child did
Was a second of weeping my heart did
With every tear, a tree outside
Would die or crumble
With every scream, the grass outside
Would wither away and decolor
I take the baby outside
And I stared at the spot where the sun once was
The little one sheds it's last tear of the tantrum
And it fell to join the dead Earth.