Drifting endlessly
Tumbleweed in the wind
Without sense of direction
Without thought or care
A soul lost in the dark
Having nothing to share
No rest for this soul
Doomed to roam alone
Unable to find the portal
The gate that will lead home
She looks for her child
Who died at birth
Believing the child is alive
Knowing she heard him cry
She does not know she died
With her infant by her side
She only remembers the birth
She recalls being in pain
Overwhelming weakness
Suddenly took over the strain
Making her go to sleep
Though she struggled to wake
Divided between life and death
Unaware her life was at stake
She drifted between the shadows
There was no light
Nor was there dark
She was someplace in between
A place she’s never before seen
A spiritual ghost town
A tumbleweed left to roll
She cries dusty tears
There is no one there to hear
She fails to see her decaying body
When she lays to rest
Another night spent in her grave
Until tomorrow, another day
Of dusty tears
Another day
Of endless unrest
Another day
Of looking for her child
The root of her endless quest
Renee Robinson
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