The Cold and Grey

by Karen Cheney

Sins of the mother rot her soul, children chide and Father scolds.

Father’s sins are seen as play, rolling into another day.

Mother’s sins are branded deep, into her flesh and haunting sleep.

No forgiveness can be found, and in the rot she slowly drowns . . .

Down

    down

       down

          down

           to

             Death’s

                cold

                   and

                      grey

                                         #

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