![]() MY BABY COME BACKA Poem by JENY![]() A poem...![]() MY BABY, COME BACK This grief may give way… To forgetfulness.. But it will be there.. In the abysses of my mind That will come up to breathe in Fresh air once in a day When I walk past your room.. When I dunk my self In excruciating pain.. The toys scattered around the floor Will smile in apathy.. The toy vehicles frozen For lack of your touch.. Too may follow thy path To death… My baby come back… Without you… I am a dead toy.. Longing for a caress, a touch.. From your budding fingers.. My baby come back.. Your dead toys… Emanates the smell of a death That will never embrace me… But, the stink of my grief… Mating with the smell of death Chokes me to the fringes Of a tantalizing death… That will never embrace me.. Just as it embraced you… My baby…come back… © 2010 JENYReviews
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