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Where the Children Lie
she wanders through the withered grass
rocks perched upon markers
a tally of visitations
contemplating the dates
some at rest for decades
fresh earth blankets others
velvet green chairs abandoned
human remains departed
extinct
it is calming
her sanctuary
her sedative
she sweeps the grounds
avoiding one space
where laughter no longer exists
old toys left in its place
once stumbled upon by mishap
she sobbed
and she mourned
the only instance of feeling detached
in a place filled with whispers
rocks perched upon markers
a tally of visitations
contemplating the dates
some at rest for decades
fresh earth blankets others
velvet green chairs abandoned
human remains departed
extinct
it is calming
her sanctuary
her sedative
she sweeps the grounds
avoiding one space
where laughter no longer exists
old toys left in its place
once stumbled upon by mishap
she sobbed
and she mourned
the only instance of feeling detached
in a place filled with whispers
Published 9th Dec 2015
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9th Dec 2015 4:11am
I liked the little mini-coaster of emotions in this one. It starts out almost happily as the reader is given a seemingly unnatural sense of ease, as if the subject is unaffected by the death surrounding her. Yet, when the child's death is revealed, both the subject and the reader are jerked back into the reality of a cold world. Well penned.
