like a child with a broken bone
a state of innocent turmoil and peaceful misadventure
unknown of the problem, caring solely for its existence
denying the facade, leaving truth to be uncovered
of course, it is of recurring confusion
a time of constant pain and dire emotions
but the child outlasts it without much thought
and so shall she
the time will move on.
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For SKM.
-; 29/3/18
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Teary Eyes At 8:45 // Poem Book
Poetryteary eyes at 8:45 cheeks damp and lips froze shut sought help 'til pleading eyes found another of similar distress time, have mercy for the child of distraught but bells are ringing and the comfort must halt another day gone by another day lost. ...
