Fruit of Temptation

Dedicated to my sister.

Why have the sweet bearings of thy voice

Ceased to allay the leaf of poisonous choice?

From thine own seed the sprout once grew

To each temptation fruit a slash anew. 

Woeful child who nightly dashes to escape

Satisfies gnawing hunger with not apple, but grape.

O ‘tis shriveled skins with a thin sheer veil

That grips the violet life of this girl so frail.

Her fingers water and flow to the succulent buds 

While her eyes sun and glow with tears of blood.

'Tis the rush of concord with the flowing of her wine

That moves this pen in the life that so resembles mine.

Reviews

[Derek S.Keck]

Just awesome! It seems people always have to work things out for themselves. In my experience, it’s the only way most people ever learn anything. I watched my brother take the road of excess and it almost destroyed him. All the wisdom in the world couldn't change his mind. Sometimes people just need to wake up to things themselves, unfortunately, most never see the character flaws that are destroying them. Like everything you write, this poem was beautiful.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This was heartfelt.
Love in the purest most concentrated form.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. The statements in the poem were strong. Some of us are stronger and weaker. We must be there to save someone and one day we will need a helping hand.
"Woeful child who nightly dashes to escape
Satisfies gnawing hunger with not apple, but grape.
O ‘tis shriveled skins with a thin sheer veil
That grips the violet life of this girl so frail."
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A very bittersweet poem... it sounds like you stand by and love your sister through some very bad choices she's made. In that I respect your loyalty.

[Kyle]

This is sweet poetry. Beautiful pic and words too.

[Art]

nice work Hayley a picture of a close relationship...even with all the sadness...it shines...