A Life Taken Too Soon
Rosy sky turns into gray
Between columns of a day;
Piercing hours like arrowed spires
To mirror my lost desires…
Babe groaning heaving thin air
Thoughts lonely sing of despair:
And clouds hide incessant grief
My toddler meeting life’s thief—
How finale chafes inked night
Through rush of incessant flight.
For Laura Loo’s Contest: 10 Lines 5 Words lll
3/18/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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