This Smile

You are clothed in white lining
So hard to identify your leaning
You wake too early and sleep too late
Draining my blood without leaving a faint
You are a brimstone
You melt my skin and bone
You are hot and dry
Burning my barn leaving not a fly
You come as a whirlwind at night
Listening to tales of our forefathers blight 
You sweep my children away from my sight 
Leaving me ditched without courage to fight

©Daniel Oberko 2017

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