Black heart

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Outside is a ball bouncing against a wall

A mini escape, the older boy calls

A  subtle hint of anger in an eight year old’s voice

A dark shade of sadness in a four-year old’s eyes

Hiding outdoors from the calamity inside

The evening sky camoflauges their wounds like a soldier on a mission

These two keep their distance from their ramshackle condition

They hear their father’s explosive language and their mother’s tearful plea

Neighbors cloak themselves as they pass-by

Pretending not to notice the turmoil which resides

Do they see the gravity pulling these children down?

Do they see the tears of the saddest clown?

Shattered dreams strewn across the floor

Picking up the pieces as they walk through the door

Only to be acosted with the father’s ill-tempered growls

Misplaced anger pierces as he howls

The children dance the dance that their father has taught

His web of anger, they have been caught

The cycle of violence continues to spread

Within these young hearts, blackened by dread

Outside there’s a ball rolling down the street

Haunted by the innocence that once used to be

 

 

 

 

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Haunted Forest

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Deep in the dark forest grows a time-worn tree; a tree haunted by its sapling memories.

Submerged in the shadows and the life which surrounds, yet drowning in the rain drops swamped on the ground.

Steeped in wisdom, it shields secrets of the forest in the rings of its center.

Exhibiting love and how to survive; this tree is a mentor.

Watching over the creatures big and small, this tree judges no one; no one at all.

Serving bears and lions as a scratching post, never complaining of the hurt that trails.

Each blemish is the mark of harmony that it has made, luminescent of that memory.

Skyward it stretches, scantily getting by; kissing the clouds from time to time.

Dancing in the winds of the storm, while providing shelter to the forlorn.

Deep in the dark forest is a place where this tree used to be; now this spot lies bare, haunted by its memory.

People with chain saws wanted sunlight, so they cut down this tree with all of their might.

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