Evil prevents safe return
mother's empty arms await
this was never meant to be
unimagined pain to equate
The evil was a river
harmless the water flows
an oasis in the humid
or so the story goes
A family closely by
but too far to hear the screams
clues lead to the shoreline
reality blurs to dreams
Day turns night, then day once more
mother continues search in boat
aimless with hope in heart
hands in evil, blindly grope
Enticing innocent young
the evil played it coy
ebbing toes, playful splash
then to depths it claims the boy
Resigning to evil's choice
mother's fingers reach below
touching what she held first
meeting fingers of her soul
9/14/13
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...