(for Sean) <br /> <br />Morning through an eastern window <br />shines hard on the cobwebs overgrown the garden- <br />There are stains we mean to remove, <br />equations we intend to solve <br />and demons we accidently summon <br />- <br />Purpose and Worth have no definition, <br />especially not the name of man <br /> <br /> <br />Autumn comes slowly, <br />seeps into the landscape, a slow disease- <br />Cancer on summer skin, regret leaves tumors on the heart <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Sometimes I see you, <br />Atlas out of work in a modern world- <br /> <br />An inner scream echoes, splits itself <br />until the voice of one, <br />becomes the battle cry of a thousand <br />who have hewed their final breaths into hymns of faith <br /> <br />we are indebted to these ones<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunrise-5/
