Mules

Grasping at hidden fingers...
In utter denial you rage---
Scattered moments of lost days...
Unkempt in miseries cage! ;

Hired flunkies of harrassments gloam--
Splash more pain in an open wound...
Hopeless with no happy ending...
Only shards of a most darkened gloom;

Taking some of her heart...!
A little every day...
Guarantees your greed master--
A most sinister: 'Have His Way';

Acquiring all of her wordly goods...
Yet she 'tis no fool to the cons...!
Ever leeching upon her frail growing body--
'Tis a group of mindless pawns! ;

Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
July

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!