Mami's Musings
All the fore-verse and after-verse to poetry, not just poetry itself.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Unrepaired
Sleepless nights,
Red-rimmed eyes of blackness,
Snot-nosed, the babe fallen lies.
Medicant Time falls dead by her bed,
Past into present crashing.
Future frozen before the morn-
'Die child, die', lulls despair.
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