The lightning more frequent
I feel the rain
As the labor continues
so does the birthing pains
In a world that is restless
Daily we lose sleep
Driven on by desire
we are left breathless
Ignoring the cries of
our soul
As the flood continues
on the streets
The smells of defilement
leave an awful stench
No matter how much we bath
purity forever side benched
When does one realize he is empty
and not whole
As the contractions deepen
so does the race for our souls
Cassandra K Garduno
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