Daddy's Coughin' BloodA Poem by Olive Belikov
The thunder days are growing longer.
The hand sewn stitches of my blanket Are being torn. Colours fade away With each nights candid sleep Yet another baby is born. Mama’s in the room next over and Daddy’s coughin’ blood. Lights grow weak, scarcely drawing Shadows set on sovereign solitude. Wooden boards creak with every step, But only eyes will fall - an unspoken Constitute - ‘till each relieves a sigh. Mama’s in the room next over and Daddy’s coughin’ blood. Evening falls, Baby girl rests in her dreams; Pretty faceless doll dressed to high. The only friend a silent standing ghost Whose presence too often does retreat. Dying magic left alone to swallow faith. Mama's in the room next over and Daddy’s coughin’ blood. Lifeless faces, worn down skin pulling Tight against the bone. A golden chain Hanging from a broken neck, left to idle in The times spent not alone. Times when Good health called and hope stayed strong. Mama’s in the room next over and Daddy’s coughin blood. Seas will rage and Hell’s demons call, The world will turn to destruction And Heaven may fall, but when a house does need A certain ovation to stand upon itself, You will look to find only a nonexistent care And you'll learn that life will never be fair. Mama’s in the room next over and Daddy’s coughin’ blood. © 2013 Olive BelikovAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on February 5, 2013 Last Updated on February 7, 2013 AuthorOlive BelikovMTAboutI am a daughter, a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend. I am a partner, a student, a young girl, and a grown woman. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and .. more..Writing
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