Baby Without RattleA Poem by Adam Parker
A baby cries when its rattle is taken away
yet when it is let alone with it, the rattle is found tossed on the floor. A gleam on its face as it play with the shapes, colours and peculiarities of its toy distracted from the innate need for melancholy, self-pity and destruction. With this the apple doesn't fall far from the tree so-to speak, as we are still babe with a rattle wanting to cry at any chance ; but It is only when we are distracted by shiny lights and the pretty colours, the big tits and the exhaust pipe that out eyes remain dry. I wonder if it ever changes.
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Added on July 9, 2017 Last Updated on July 9, 2017 AuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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