In the darkness, the babe lies screaming
Little arms, tiny legs, & little heart beating
In his home, in his bed
Abused, alone, & frightened!
His parents have gone out
Left him quietly sleeping
But he's out of his cot and
Down the corridor he's creeping.
In his parent's bedroom
Push the door, it's open....
The fireplace looks inviting
Pull the grating, it's broken!
The flames are dancing
In all their pretty colours
Baby wants to hold the flames
Puts out his hands to grab them!
In the darkness, the babe lies screaming
Little arms, tiny legs, heart no longer beating
His parents have come home
In their bedroom, he is quietly sleeping
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Comments4
This is brilliant I love it
Very sad subject but
Does not detract from
It's quality... well done
Thank-you P.H Rose. So glad that you liked it so much & marked as favourite. It's a sad subject & I'm pleased you felt the power of its emotion.
great ending
I'm not saying its good or bad
its just a great ending
I read the poem wrong. please forgive my ignorence
OnePauly, so long as you appreciated it & hope that you worked it out. Also, error of misunderstanding is not ignorance. Thank-you for viewing & comment.
I worked it out
It is a little bit dark, but good. And don't worry, I don't know where half of my stuff comes from.
Thanks Fred. I have posted a couple of 'dark-ish' ones before, but perhaps not quite as powerful.
Such a sad and yet powerful poem.
Thank-you Goldfinch. Always good to get appreciative review from you. I'm glad that you get the subject & the emotion.
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