12-31-2018, 05:58 AM
Two Children
Dust covers her feet,
inherent defeat.
With each step
droplets of her life,
appear as rust on earth.
Falls asleep crying,
after anxiety attacks.
Tears leave yellow crust
sealing her eyes shut.
They did not open up.
A moving shell,
toiling, real hell.
He has not tasted food,
since his parents died.
He has not tried.
Silence, comes out
tries to refuse
large hands paid to abuse.
Choosing his fate,
a slow escape.
Dust covers her feet,
inherent defeat.
With each step
droplets of her life,
appear as rust on earth.
Falls asleep crying,
after anxiety attacks.
Tears leave yellow crust
sealing her eyes shut.
They did not open up.
A moving shell,
toiling, real hell.
He has not tasted food,
since his parents died.
He has not tried.
Silence, comes out
tries to refuse
large hands paid to abuse.
Choosing his fate,
a slow escape.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx

