A Mother's Love.A Mother's Love. in Free Verse More Like This
A Mother's Love.
In the dark of the night...
When the wind is a ripe...
The young mother protects.
She holds and she frets.
She kisses and holds.
Her new babe to her heart.
A mother's love is no fool.
It encompasses life in all.
She cries when the sight, of her babe is nigh.
She holds him dear and holds him close.
It makes her happy and it makes her sad.
She loves him the most.
She guides his first steps.
She holds onto him tightly.
It is painful to let him go.
She fiercely protects him.
His cries impale her with the most deep wound.
A mother's love knows this too much.
She beats at the wall, she sobs until she cannot.
She curses the bastards for taking him away.
Her pride and joy.
Her dear little boy.
Facing travesty and horrors.
She protects him with prayer.
A mother's love knows no bounds.
It knows no limits.
She protects him and defends.
She holds him tight.
The blade hath wrought.
She hasn't any sight.
And so a mother's love...
Even in death cannot break.
The Boy in the Temple.The Boy in the Temple. in Free Verse More Like This
The Boy in the Temple.
There he sits up in the night.
Wailing and crying for his mother.
He knows not where she has gone,
Nor what has happened to her.
He wails for his sister and his aunt.
They in silence and despair shiver as he cries.
The night enshrouding his wails.
He is guarded fiercely and whipped and bruised.
He is given the drink and grows fond of it.
The taste of the cognac and wine burning his mind.
Forced to sing revolutionary songs and crying inside...
Losing all hope and desperate to be reunited with love.
Locked away with no light.
Vermin and insects crawling all over...
Swelling and pain, cringing and loneliness.
He lays there and is quiet.
He is left alone.
Alone to reflect.
Alone to despair.
Reunited for brief moments with his sister and playmate.
The embraces feel so familiar and a smile...
Feeling affection again and warmth.
Pain eroding the mind...
Death is swift, painless.
Death is sweet and pure.
Death gives back loved ones.
Your Eyes...Your Eyes... in Free Verse More Like This
My dear one, what sadness have you seen?
Your eyes are like pools reflecting the screams...
They look back to the past where terror was high...
They venture forth into broken happiness.
My dear one, what terrors have you seen?
Your eyes express the horror unimaginable...
Your smile is limp and falls with your tears...
They mingle together in such strong a fear...
Dear one, how sad yours eyes what they have seen...
The terror and the plight and the screams...
Those pools reflecting those terrible nights...
The screams and cries torture thine right!
My dear one, what horror have ye witnessed?
The horror of life being extinguished...
Your eyes how they show what terror lay before...
The pain and the sorrow, the eyes show it strong...
My dear one, your eyes.. Limp with tears of the dark.
Trapped in that hurt and scarred from that mark.
Your eyes... How they shudder and wimper...
They have seen too much, too much for your soul to rest.
Your eyes my dear one... What have they se