Tightly comes the amnesty that divides creation,
Among the child's spirit lies distention--
Vastly pragmatic-- moaning,
Aches the worry, and want,
Dream the dream that perished at ten--
Twenty years of age,
Laid beside bitterness--
I call, a beckon for memory--
Bleeding,
Divided I stand-- naked we fall,
Between enemies hands.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
