The Night

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The Night
It's a night, dark and cold
And I am four years old
A room, bathed in light
Had walls so very white.

A shadow over me hovered
And then his body covered
The weight I could not bear
And in his eyes, I saw the stare.

At first I thought, this is love
Until I felt the pain from up above
Blood would flow
And I could not know.

That this night's pain
Would come again
Until the boy lost his light
No longer could he put up a fight.
 
Striking visuals ... far beyond sad. It pains ones heart. Great poem.
((( Jaxson )))
 
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