Open Poetry #26 |
a daughter I've yet to have |
Chris- Member
since 2003-06-09
Posts 52 |
the fire's sun burns the morning's dew igniting the icy resin and bleaching the sky blue from dark comes the light as once was in the times we used to fight for the life of our daughter born in this winter of slaughter, ash stains her face as tears of fear wash her sane, let live, let die, let go of this place to save my pretty child from her pain *I'm 17 so i have no idea what its like to have and fight for a kid but this is the emotion that I imagine one would go through during a divorce or custody thing* |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Wow! Pacts a powerful punch! You write beyond your years! Well written!-- painful to read but with an important message! Warm welcoming hugs, Earth Angel |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
yes a good write, I imagine this is what it feels like, may I never feel this. Jason |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is the truth. Many people in my family have gone through this. Awesome poem. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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