Tuesday, April 05, 2011

NaPoWriMo, Day Five, Poem Four

Giving Way

Someone is keeping you in prayer.
It just keeps you from sex. Your seed
susposedly saved for something pure.

The's no more room for growth, pure
soil stuffed, roots twisted like prayers
for an enemy, no room for other seeds.

Succuming to no-change, seed after seed,
convinced your role is to stay as pure
as infants running in traffic, garbled prayer

to protect, new info ignored for prayer, seedy purity.

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