When you own all; a loving family, a house in the country's heart and a garden of air,
Your heart is full and content; life is beautiful, pleasant and gay!
Frolicking in the grass and gathering bluebells of lilac in the woods not far from home,
Running through the local meadows and watching the deer play!
But the tranquility is pierced; it vanishes now like sunlight enveloped by night shadows,
A harsh, raucous and terrible shout sounds and follows with more.
Two grown figures stand in the hallway, their red eyes narrowed as they spew words.
Like volcanoes the two erupted with vengeful lava and the world tore.
A wild wind tears through the house and the two are whisked away from past love,
But even the gale cannot shout louder than the arguments they engage.
Now two small children stand in tearful silence and watch, faces pale and trembling
As their eyes and ears witness the torment which is their parent's rage.
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Poetry and Lamentations
PoetrySome poems about nature and serene landscapes. I would call it an anthology. However, some poems are Lamentations so therefore, may be quite despairing and upsetting.
