The ink in my pen
Is my escape
My Anesthetic

The tears are falling down the windowpane.
memories are playing through my mind again and again.
I want to go out, but I am trapped inside.
with nothing to give, and everything to hide.
When I see the sun, I have faith
for it can be better as God saith

Blades of grass

multiplied

a field of dreams

felt on bare feet

Malignant Mindless Maternal, Maliciously Moulding murderous Motives.

The Paternal parted prior the proof of pregnancy. Parturience posing as a poignant peril.

On the highway of anguish, desolate and melancholy—
a thunderous stream of metallic behemoths ravaging the route.
tragedy waiting impatiently like an honest thief.

Heavy feet embedded into the tarmac, wales of twins echo from the womb.
Tears of the cloud cleansing twilight sins. Labour screams drowned by the rain. Baptising the abandoned infants.

The storm departs as dawn embraces new life.
Weary eyes meet frail hands as kindness kindles hope.