a forehead kiss
A closer hug –
all given a miss.
Whatever offered
was never fine
Whatever asked for
was always denied.
The world echoed of
bloody, war cries
Of gory streets,
of repeating times.
Yet there she was -
in despair, in pursuit
Looking for love
in the wrong alley.
Desperate stories
of enraged minds
Some live in abundance,
some denied.
Go back to your nest
they screamed alike
Be grateful and graceful
that you’ve stayed alive.
Seasons would pass
years would go by
Until she’d ponder
to wander again.
Garnering her frame, frail
gathering her mind, derailed
She'd step out in search
of a life she’d never find.
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