The sacred child on the hill
Buried deep but never forgotten
River of tears
Washed along into an ocean of deep longing
Years pass by
The girl becomes the woman
Relationships begin and end
Happiness brings a new journey
A baby in the making
Driving out old thoughts
Touching her stomach in repentant hope
Sadly, hope dies in the womb
Guilt turns to punishment from above
The sacred child on the hill
Watches the figure coming towards her
Slowly entering the river
Washed along into an ocean of deep longing
The sacred child on the hill
Reunited for evermore..
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2022 04:15
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
The implication here makes it all seem so uncanny, like something deeper behind it. Lets see to more poems like this in the future.
Bit depressing for my liking.
Nothing wrong with sad writing. We all need to be sad to appreciate happiness.
'Touching her stomach in repentant hope'
what a line! what a read
almost brought me to tears
if I wasn't half a man
and allowed myself to cry
it probably would have..
a great write, showcasing your poetic range
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
I know, a bit depressing.
a tad, but such is the spectrum of life:
lighter shades of laughter
aside
darter tones of morose..
still, I truly believe
'it's a wonderful Life'
'let's face the music and Dance!'
Very sad poem.
Very emotive words Paul.
Andy
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