Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

Ye who plant the seed shall burden the responsibilities
of the fruit; yet I suffer the toil of a heart long laden of dirt.
Grown useless, gnarled, I twist now under the rising gale of wind;
you are a storm that shall never crest.
How I crave for my roots to be severed,
to a garden of lush greens
yet I wither,
longing for vine ripened spices – a spot of sunshine
I could never quite feel.

Β© Copyright 2014 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.

6 thoughts on “ROOT

  1. poesravenlady says:

    The intensity and depth of longing are easily soul stirring. Very well done!

  2. Hunter Shea says:

    You, my friend, are deeper than the Bigfoot mystery. πŸ™‚

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      lol I try, my friend, I try πŸ˜‰

  3. Beautifully spine-tingling!
    – Kim

    1. Joseph Pinto says:

      Thank you, Kim!! If you follow my poetry, you know my emotions run the gamut! πŸ˜‰

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