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Where's the Warmth?

Poetry By: Vincey Delaney

Those Days of Hell

Submitted:Jan 3, 2010    Reads: 298    Comments: 33    Likes: 15   

Where's the Warmth?



For many, the word abuse is sad, a wound that never heals

An emotional ache, one that triggers the nightmares, squeals

For many, a parent's criticism is sharp, nothing warm or sweet

But bitterness, an empty feeling lingers till the day is complete


For many, it seems hard to go on, dark memories are often there

All the storms should leave, let sunshine bring tender love, care


Yes, the cold harsh past can be tossed, a new time to be free

A sigh of relief as you think of yourself, present day and family

For many, there's the dreadful question, Where's the Warmth?

For some, the answer is, That door is closed, a better one is opened!


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