The despairing battle between those who love,
And the wolves that scratch at the door.
Breaks their universe into pieces on the floor.
The dark and evil loneliness fogs in and the rope is tied to the tree,
The neck is readied and the heart is almost defeated by misery.
But the horror of the eternal nightmare fades just when it all seems too immense,
When you look into a new-born baby's eyes and it somehow, all makes sense.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Comments3
Inocense is most aluring and draws a great deal of support. A most lovely write.
Thank you for your insightful comments
Excellent write
Thank you mi amigo
The innocence of new life is so appealing David.
Andy
Yes indeed. Thanks for commenting
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