She wails
The child she holds
Is cold and withered
The Wailing Mother continues to wail
Hoping the heavens for a miracle
But the heavens are closed
And God is busy in other lands
Not even the angels dare answer her wail
The Wailing Mother walks into the forest
Beseeching to a cold heaven
She disappears and no one know where
Yet the forest echo
The Wailing Mother's agony
YOU ARE READING
From The Typewriter
PoetryThe following poems are typed using a Adler Gabrielle 12 Typewriter. The reason I used the typewriter to write my poems is because the typewriter not only gives you concentration in typing it also stops you from being distracted you are only focusin...
