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Vicki Price Jun 2020
Sugarplums once danced
Now shadows advance stealthily
A grimace replaces angelic calm

Hand on mine
Apologies weigh on eyes and lips
Standing solemn
Hope of comfort

Fog of sleep lifts
Arms wrap, breaths fall into rhythm
Heartbeats synch
calm returns

Pushing aside impish blonde locks
I touch your face, flushed
Perfect

My child
My world
My calming grace

My honour to be your armour
Your safety
Your sweet return to slumber
Vicki Price Jun 2020
In the hollowness of a soul
things echo in the empty realm
eyes dark, sketched in coal
no one at the helm

Searching for anything but dark
not knowing exactly what
face without a mark
glances never caught

Emotions without a trace, but appearing constant
thoughts of guilt, soon to erase, new ones soon to plant

These things daily arise
not thought much of
Pushed over by several lies
Is this what represents love

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