Gently cries the child
Into the night
Listening for that soothing voice
Just a loves throw away
But mum's not listening
Mums overdosed
Sinking deeper into a toxic haze
Eventually dying with the needle pointing heaven bound
Gently cries the child
Into the night
Listening for that soothing voice
Just a loves throw away
Mummy’s calling to you
Not be long now, precious
Not be long.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2025 04:49
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It is most sad that we do not consider the effect of our actions on others. Whether suicide, drug addiction, irresponsibility of any type and how others close to us are left with what we have done, financially, emotionally, a burden left behind, our unpaid debt. A sad write Paul and a fave
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