first the shadow
quick and darkening the world
A looming doom
then the sonic boom
punches and words
Strikes and boards
the only batteries dreamed off
for toys and torches
you stayed still
Expectant
But torture arrives
instead of nurture
learning early the cost of love
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2026 05:04
- Category: Forgiveness
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The play on words with batteries is most clever. Darkness and the light of torches plays off dualism as does nurture and torture another word play against torch. Nicely done Cryptic. You know I love word play.
Thanks Soren. Glad to have friends to share word-plays with ππ»ποΈ
Always a pleasure my dear friend
Good write my friend
Thank you, Normanππ»ποΈ
most welcome
The cost of loveβ¦. Wait give us more! Come back!
Dependable customer loyalty πππ»ποΈ
Good write A. Did ya stay?! lol.
Should I stay or should I go?π
My friend, this hit me hard. The collision of childhood innocence and violence is brutal...showing how betrayal at such an early age can distort the very meaning of affection. Painful, powerful, and deeply moving work, Rik. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Right at the heart of it, Tittu. Thanks so much. ππ»ποΈ
wonderful word play - enjoyed it..
Many thanks. Safinaππ»ποΈ
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