Behind.
Normality all but lonely;
A four year old left in the cold.
Breathe upon an altering change,
For an hour left to hold.
Behind the grey pupils,
Love in vengeance, grasped tight.
Wanting to hold his hand again;
Sacrificing for time to fight.
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No one knows what it’s like.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-12-04 at 01:14
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