What is my sin

 How beautiful my petals where,

With Sparks of a glittering star

Shaded in the artistic structure of a graphic designer

Not until death stuck me with it powerful Sting.

Becoming the dark of Hades,and the reds of poison,

What is my sins?

Why was I slain?

Why hath my beauty been taken

and given the blackness of deep emptiness...

Tolathapoet ©

(Written July 13th,2019)

WHO AM I

Who am I,

enbedded in the grains of Jupiter's crust,

Where the grown becomes 

a foetus of decaying wombs,

With roots driven past my curls.

What is my name,

Why do I lay on the greens of solidity,

Where my paws gives life to a new creature

I a child of the depth,

A depth known as the mother of all mother's,

A depth of cage and death...

Someone tell me who am I?

Tolathapoet ©

(Written July 12th,2019)