A Reaping Tide

A Reaping Tide

I did not curse the moments that lie twisted, misconstrued, and torn
I did not beat wearilessly all truth nor don lie upon lie and egos adorn
I did not scrape bare my soul to void the worth of every word
I did not in the face of ration spit wildly into wind the absurd
I did not buy with shallow deed to appease and to rape
I did not run into denials arms for some motherly escape
I did not cast treasure to soil beneath piling waste and rot
I did not turn coldly leaving love at deaths door caring not
I did not abandon to fantasies true warmth for empty lust
I did not let what was noble despair and fade to but dust
So let the wrenching of time come, come and cast aside
with the force of a reaping, with all the force of a reaping tide.
© Branna O’Dea

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