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My child sleeps (By Black Enigma)

Poetry By: Black Enigma
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The innocence of a child in this world is so brief...its just waiting to be taken...along a path of decadence...a target of vultures who will without hesitation rip, something so sweet and succulent, apart.


Submitted:Aug 26, 2011    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


My Child sleeps in

A cradle

Of hope

Of innocence

Waiting to be stripped

My Child sleeps in

A stable

Roped

By decadence

Tight lipped

My Child sleeps on

A table

Vultures dive low

So succulent

Waiting to be ripped

My Child sleeps in

A cradle

Of hope

Of innocence

Waiting to be stripped





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