In the angel’s sky,
we lied beneath our peace.
To venture into your womb,
and live a life of ease.
What we thought to be our destiny,
the cry of innocent’s two.
Troubled tears brought upon,
one life and one tomb.
My brother, mommy, rests in me,
he resides deep in my heart.
And this night’s of wicked sheets,
his memoir is apart.
Author notes
Although this is prolly not the case of your child I found it fitting
A contest entry
- Night Terrors by deadheartedkitty.
450 points, ended May 9, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any lines your hated.. maybe liked??
Comments
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this was terrably sad, this is not the case of my son however...but thankyou for the entry and good luck to you

