Cold Breath

Loss, grief sadness

 

 

The infant whispered,

his cry for help,

cold breath,

silent death,

musty smell,

the parents couldn’t tell,

he weeps,

they sleep

chilly night,

cold heart,

bright light,

sadly it waits,

to be discovered,

black birds covered the sky,

no silent cry,

and there was no apparent reason,

they covered the moon,

as death lingered,

a cold breath,

and death loomed.