Enigma Weekend Edition Poem: 'Untitled'

By Maximo Franco

And then he said
“ I ask thy lord
To make it rain.
Show the world
My deepest pain.”

And with the rain
Reflecting his pain
His sorrows broke
Like a flood
For him to see
On his hands was blood.

With tears drowning
His loudest cries,
“ I ask the world
To forgive,
You broke my soul
Is that motive?”

With his blood seeping
From his chest,
His grieving cries
Were put to rest.

Though his body
Was drained of life,
On his skin
Was a tapestry of strife.

Enigma is the art and literary magazine. Staff membership is open to any interested high school student. Each year’s staff is formed at the beginning of that school year. The Enigma staff is responsible for all aspects of production, from writing and artwork selection to layout and publication tasks. Members are also required to attend Coffeehouse readings. Items intended for publication may be submitted to the faculty adviser, Mrs. Carol Allen-Gordon

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