***This poem is bleak and harsh. I am sorry but for some reason this is what kept coming to me when I thought of kidnap.****
So pretty
blonde curls
blue
ocean deep blue
eyes
crinkling smile
she is so cute.
So handsome
hair cut short
dimpled lisp
he makes the short list.
Each one
bought
paid for with sin
eyes become vacant
smiles lost
mini adults they become.
Drugs
relief sought
dim the lights
erase the feelings
stare up at the ceiling.
In part
this is the joy
this is the reality
scare the child
as once a child was scared.
Where?
How?
Our children
kidnapped
taken
please bring them back.
Years
unanswered questions
parents
never giving up
hoping
believing
that one day
their child will come home.
In unmarked grave
forgotten
bones turned to dust
a madman’s game
evil’s true glint
from this
there is no return.
©Feb. 7/19
Picture is my own
Chilling, but a wonderful piece
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Real, but very dark.
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I am in a really great mood but my darker half seems to want to come out and play. 🤓💜
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Oh, same here, same here. Sometimes I have to consciously make myself write something light-hearted just to give my readers a break from some of my dark stuff.
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It is grim but real.
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Thank you. 🤓💜
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You’re welcome
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You should never apologise for such amazing poetry, J. I’m in awe!
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Thank you so much. It hurt to write it. But it had to be written. 😔
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I’m so glad you did, and that I got to read it.
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Thank you. 🤓💜
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