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Smothering


 

The split second urge

To reach and comfort and cuddle

Suddenly replaced by

The fear and guilt

The tragedy ages ago

Occured only to

Leave behind scars

Invisible but haunting

Resurfaces each time

A forgetful nurturing

Impulse kicks in.


The innocence, the lives

Contained

Barely a few days old

Scarcely eyes opened.

Trusting and vulnerable.

Only to be snatched away

In sleep defenseless.

The colossal pressure

Suffocating and silencing

The meek cries

 

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