i can only taste scars tonight, <br />ashes, and blood turned to wine. <br />that old tree, cut and fallen, <br />the sound of wings long absent. <br />the web is empty, <br />and even the wind doesnt reply. <br />the garden mourns its time of passing, <br />and the plow is left alone. <br />sometimes we wake up homeless, <br />hungry without needing to eat. <br />to find that we are orphaned, <br />by the very heart that bears our name!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-bears-our-name/
