DepartureA Poem by LizLaying helpless on the hard prickly floor, Young mothers tend to their fragile child’s wounds, Moistness breathes into the fabric and cloths, And leave behind a deep shaded puddle, Silent weeping fills room after room, As I search for the source of all their pain, Closed wooden doors are tightened and locked, Fighting and fighting to make the images stop, Rounding the corner I’m forced to the floor, Regretful warmth and rubbing bones, White laced curtains are the last things to view, “I’m done with the others, shall I finish with you?” © 2011 LizReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 17, 2011 Last Updated on April 1, 2011 AuthorLizOHAboutI am a college student studying Interpersonal Communication and Conflict Management at Kent State University. I am a lover of all things coffee. Welcome to my profile. Reads and reviews are gr.. more..Writing
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