The Baby's Cry

Eugene

Shifting mist

Choice lost,

Bewilderment, 

Chaos, deceit, 

Vanishing vapour

as truth fades

In this our time

When babies cry

Only from the womb

Their final resting place,

A tomb.

Eugene 14/08/2021

  • Author: Eugene (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2021 06:01
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