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AN EMPTY CRADDLE.
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HOLLOW WORDS TURN TO POETRY. AN EMPTY CRADDLE.
A question of time,
The clock is ticking so fast,
I can witness my chest almost burst!
While the windows of my soul shatters!
What does it matter what I see?
What does it matter what I think?
It is just a question of time...
Before the end is coming!
The blow, the bruises!
Broken stained windows!
Everything is melting!
Sea drowned inside the sky reflection!
She sleeps peacefully...
The room drowned inside half darkness....
It was a single slap!
Head meeting walls!
“I love her”
Too many loving words,
Too many syllables...
The broken lampshade!
The shallow breathing,
The fainted heart beats!
999 please come...
My sister is dying!
A question of time, really...
Two days later....
Deep sleeps, deep like the ocean...
5 days later, the end has come!
An empty space,
A new born somewhere...
Nothing is ever wasted!
As the body is swallowed into the ground,
The child cry in the cradle of life!
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touching
A very touching poem.....nice work....