puisi

door

she sat infront of me
a woman of unease
looking to me
to set free
death's darkest dieseas

with life's cord still untied
a frozen smile belying
the rage inside
life denied
silent breath stealing
in my self and others
I had seen before
without mother smothered
knocking at my door

A love that does not bind
the door to bring one hope
that seeks to find
deeper mind
to heal without rope