Summer Mather Poetry

Walking a wake
A soul of deep lost
Wasting away
From the on earth of Cain and Abel
Burning souls
Son of death
And the son of life,
Whispers around all energy within the skies,
Laying in a dreams.

Reality so to real.
Mind in torment,
Pain in hurt.
A trapped
With exile with unsaid words
To clingy souls
The wrath beats,
On the torn soul.

“ oh help me,
Anyone who will hear the coldness in a whirling voice in my ears around.. Not one around just my self”

Poet: Summer Mather