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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Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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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
It is a sad reality, and the effect as you say is devastating.
Don't do that too often, Paul will you...Subtly done but painful none the less.
I was cheering you up too much, but don't worry, happiness is just around the corner.
You taking a rest from writing.
Lack of inspiration right now - happened before and I've made something of it, only to find after a declaration and good bye, that I turn out to be a big fraud. Hope to keep my hand in with responses until better times.....
Good stuff
Sorrowful poem, well expressed. The emotional turmoil experienced by a child who yearns for a nurturing presence but is met with the harsh reality of a mother's drug dependency.
Tragic that a child dies through drug misuse.
Brings back some Peaches and Herb https://youtu.be/Bu3OQFCsKXQ
Peaches and Herb fills my Monday great.
Nice 🙏🏻🕊️
My friend, I’ve seen echoes of this kind of heartbreak up close…the innocence on one side, the ruin on the other. You captured that unbearable distance with painful clarity. Well done, Paul! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Is a sad reality out there.
Heartbreakingly true for many.
Yes, far too many now.
Very emotive words Paul, so sad to leave a child behind.
Andy
It sure is, Andy.
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