Wounded Elephant

By Tru Dillon

wounded elephant
lumbering in this life
lumber heavy
slumber sleep
wounded elephant
crippled deep
not body or mind
some affliction inside
causes the sway causes the decay
the way for you to weep

“swing low sweet chariot
coming for to carry me home”

what is timeless soon becomes mindless
as your dreams narcotize the waking air
nembutal demerol anbesol
anything to numb the pain
to hasten the night to hasten the nod
to say good by to one and all

wounded elephant
slumber sleep
wounded elephant
crippled deep

Tru Dillon has been involved in art since she was born. Drawing, painting, singing and writing have captured her interest above all else. She wrote her first book of poems at 12 years of age and has since written many more poems and is hoping someday to create another book of her poetry. For now she is content to write on the World Wide Web.

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About Tru Dillon

Writing about my life in poem and prose.
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