Maria, O Maria, why do your hands flutter
The raven crows, the vulture cackles in your midnight glow
Like the wings of a butterfly, brisk and swift
Maria, O Maria, who had left you full of woe
Maria, O Maria, oh what had the sinner done
Who had shielded your eyes from the glorious sun
He gave you pain, ominous and evil, indeed, that one
Maria, O Maria, where has he gone
Your heart aches of great agony, I hear its screams of pain
It bellows and shrieks, possessed of a demon of the night
The darkness has you, it has you vexed
The torment, it has driven you insane
You share your pain with the rest
They scream and detest, your love never ends
You hold your children as tight as you can
You never let go, and so do they
Who has you chained in this cycle of no end
Who had you lost all your life, no godsend, no hope
You loath, drowned in spite, no help lended
What monster has you created
The wind whispers like ghouls at your every waking moment
He who sees and knows you, are not to be taken for fools
Your shadows leave every breath shaken and taken
You know the moon by heart, and it's cold hushes in its own light
The flowers bow at your very breaths
Flora's hairs fall for your grace
The waves of the depths waltz in your name
The living bow at the sight of your very face
You walk the world, a bewildered sheep
The heavens weep in your presence
Evanescence begins at your very step
A curse for as long as you shall breathe
YOU ARE READING
Reflections- a series of poems
PoezjaTreat this like a mirror. An apparatus that gazes into the porcelain smiles we all wear every day. These poems are as cluttered and disorganized as that of the emotions we keep to ourselves, and to ourselves alone
