Random Poetry

The Cold

how hot were the tears that day
of the lonely six year old
wanting only Papa
and Papa laying still

trembling cold the fear that night
a sense of some deep wrong
covered by cunning lies
of grownups in a cruel grown world

the cold seeped into the years
with days passing slow and life
warmed only by the heat
of fading memories and tears

Comments

Akhter
December 13, 2015 at 11:27 pm

Brings a burst of uncontrollable tears!



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