Sleep. Turning and tossing. Heavy breathing.
Tucked into a warm blanket without comfort.
Tears. Whimpering and whining. Helpless crying.
Left on a cold bed alone in the darkest night.
Trembling. Sobbing and screaming. Lonely loss.
There are no other sounds in this big house.
Fears. Mumbling and mourning. Unheard cries.
There is no one who would hug, no comfort at all.
And the night seems to carry on endlessly.
The wind penalizes the child with cold cruelty.
And the wooden floor might as well break apart –
The kid has already fallen into a deep, dark hole…
Inspired by „Poetry 101 Rehab“
Event hosted by Mara Eastern