![]() Suckling SleepA Poem by w![]() they could be peaceful![]()
Excruciatingly intense
and powerfully piercing was the wailing - the high pitched wailing - that came from the cradle that was on its side in the next room. But only I can hear the wailing now. Everyone else hears There's a ringing the wailing like I wanted it to. Now I hear the muffled screaming of discovery and the muted explosion in front of me and then the drowning THUMP-THUMP of my heart as the ringing and the wailing stop. But I hear the sobbing until the end. © 2012 wFeatured Review
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Added on June 29, 2012Last Updated on June 29, 2012 Tags: children Author![]() wCincinnati, OHAboutI climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade. I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..Writing
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