A small baby girl cried out into the night, her voice filled with sorrow and terror. The scenes being played out around her crib scared her and the searing pain on her shoulder and forehead burned. It felt like her arm was being ripped apart and her head burned with a hot iron poker. As a one year old she didn't under...
Sometimes we should pause and look around. Sometimes what we miss is beautiful. Sometimes what we miss is amazing. Sometimes what we miss can end a life. --------- This book has now been extended to include all of my other poems. Hope you like it, ~ celestial_infinity