The whispers from strangers; that my child is
dying coming from the other room brought anger,
it whirls across the room like a raging storm. Do
they know how very wicked they are, who they
I want to scream, tell them how depraved they are
and that they should leave, seek solace with their own
kind in the pits of “Hell”. The soul you are referring to
is cradled in my arms, I cannot keep her alive, did you
truly try to keep her alive.
Things do not always appear, as they seem you are out
of control. Do you know that my arms will be empty soon?
at this moment you do not even know why, you are just an
uncaring person here outside my circle of love.
Awaken your mind, soon there will be grieving here, run, run,
and hope this will never be you that is treasuring these last
hours of joy. Leave do not show your face here again, until
you know the truth, that…”Time is a thief”.
Poetry EBook on Amazon.com link in sidebar.