Caught a spider in my hand
Feel the fangs in my skin
Snake around my neck
All the air leaving
Wolf quarters me
Have no guts to resist
Bear drags me to the den
Finally found home
Need a little more patience,
Can't find the time
Need a little more diligence,
Lack a piece of mind
I am what they eat
Soul for them to keep
I am what they eat
Chewed up in their teeth
Crow picks at my remains
There is not much left
Worms from the soil
Return me to mother
Need a little more patience,
Can't find the time
Need a little more diligence,
Lack a piece of mind
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoesiaAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
