Cradle of Peace

Posted: June 30, 2017 in Dark Poetry


Cradle of Peace

Each day I hold you cradled carefully within my heart
Some days you rest serene at peace
Though for most it seems you uncoil your spines…
Sharpened Knifes with serated edges that hack blindly and instinctively at each tender bind
A gasping heart is left bleeding
Desperately clinging on to that last tender thread
As it frays and vibrates menacingly
Steadfastly refusing to let go
Unable to give up
Patching over the wounds to selflessly cradle that torturous soul once again
In the name of love
In the name of hope
In the name of selfless devotion
Let me try and make it right
I know I can


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