Children amongst corpses
maggots in moldy crumbs of bread
winding their earthly courses
the living amongst the dead
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: July 14th, 2024 05:47
- Category: Unclassified
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the flies are born
because a child has died
while the parents morn
life's circle is applied.
Thank you for the read interpretation and contribution they are appreciated.
This four line poem paints a horror story which breaks the heart. Tragic.
Thanks for the read Cassie war and life can be hell in this world. Your words are appreciated.
You prophesying now.
Thank my friend no prophesy here it already exists, war, life itself and the other side of the coin death.
'Tis what I give KP for tea time - line 2. lol.
They are good protein and in tea sanitized. Thanks Orchi
Our world has become a place of such conflict and division, that we fail to see what we are daily creating. We are the architects of the future, God help us. A wonderfully true write my friend.
Dear Bella I value your words and thank you for your read. I miss your poems and beg you to write more. I think I have read all that you have.
I credibly dark and powerful, kudos dear friend. What imagery you have painted. 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy your words are as always cherished.
A vivid bit of imagery! Sincerely, I think this is very good.
I thank you so much for the most kind words Christina
Such sorrowful words in a world where this is so true soren.
Andy
Thanks Gold for the read. As always it is appreciated along with your kind and understanding comments.
Short, sweet, good imagery.
Thanks so much Dan for the encouragement and read it's appreciated.
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