How you ever imagined how Mary felt when her son was crucified?...come let's become Mary in lines of poetry...
........POEM.......
LOST IN HERSELF
‘‘Woman behold thy sons…”
Her cloud covered with fear
As lid dripped drizzles of tears
Offering her blood to buy his ransom
She waved her lashes like flags of freedom
Freedom from torture
Freedom from hate
Freedom from creatures he came to liberate
She shuddered
‘‘It is finished…”
Make drainage for her tears
Before we be flooded
Chase her beyond the squares
Where is she headed?
Has she lost sanity?
A child of her virginity
Has sorrow turned her elf?
Has she lost herself?
‘‘He is alive…”
Show her a photo
The nailed holes, a logo
Trap him in a sketch
Spare her the search
Search of the tomb
The ossuary and shelf
Search of her womb
So lost in herself
©Peter Benjamin Peter {PBP}
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