My child
On my knees I bent to see
my child buried in the rubble
I held its hand as time like sand
did not wish to trouble.
A storm of fears filled its eyes
that begged me not to leave
I stood my ground by its side
but I knew i would deceive.
Its fate was written long ago
its blood had reached the sky
Its soul was crushed by rocks of doubt
and nobody told it why.
© Rik - 04/02/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-02-04 at 23:20
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