Broken

3/20/05
Broken.
The sun shouldn’t shine upon me
Warm me, nourish me
Burn the filth within
The soft breeze shouldn’t touch me
Gently, delicately
Only to adulterate its green virginity.
The sun comes and goes
Teases me behind evanescent clouds
And I shiver
Until it comes out again
This time a little warmer
The wind a little harsher
Begging her to return
Nature is down on its knees
Asking the criminal, the felon,
The rapist
To strike a bargain for innocence
The innate Goodness.
The trees are bowing, bending in despair
The wind is howling in anguish
The sun is on fire
And so is her heart.
When will she return.