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Death like a gentle rain
by Traci MabatsDeath like a gentle rain
fell upon me
for forty years
I lived here
beneath you
your world
your home
Dry as bones
I choked on
the dirt
you threw over me
to cover what
was there
Years of drought
never ceased
and I found at last
my only release
like the gentle rain
that never came 08/02/2004 Posted on 08/03/2004
Copyright © 2024 Traci Mabats
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/03/04 at 04:51 AM Very nice, Sharona. The poem has a gently sad tone to it. In line 9 do you mean 'choked,' rather than 'chocked'? |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/04/04 at 02:36 PM This is sad and a bit pessimistic.But the metaphor is so appropriate. Your identification with the person in this poem seems so complete. |
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