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 babies eyes and it somehow, all makes sense.
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David Wakeling (
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If only we could remain in the way newborn babies innocence pervades their world David.
Andy
yes it would be a better place.thanks for commenting Andy
Children are the meaning of life both according to parents, emotion and evolution. Nicely structured this poem builds to the final line that comes as a resolution to the previous problematic issues presented. Very nice and a fave
Yes you are right. Thanks for your insight
Wish we could all have a set of those eyes now and start the world a fresh , enjoyed the read
yes that would be great.Thanks for your comments
You are very welcome
Excellent write David
Thank you
You're welcome
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