I've been in a really down mood...so I wrote a poem about a person messed up in the head abducting a child!
THE HOLLOW HOME
Passion perfect fathers unyielding,
Making time go by so fast, alas!
My time slowly slipping,
Oh, so slowly, slowly
Prior to answering that fateful knock,
Her hair she brushed, though, missing, 'twas a single lock .
And approaching now he made his route,
slighting through darkness, still by foot.
Ignorant, blissful dreamers not concious in this cosmos,
Journeyed the nightly path, alas!
And so succumbs the unseasoned self,
Breath, so cold, cold
She made her entrace to tend her young,
Aberration arose, as could not clench her tongue.
Her child's presence was then not known,
Nor his spirit or flesh lie in the hollow home.
THE HOLLOW HOME
Passion perfect fathers unyielding,
Making time go by so fast, alas!
My time slowly slipping,
Oh, so slowly, slowly
Prior to answering that fateful knock,
Her hair she brushed, though, missing, 'twas a single lock .
And approaching now he made his route,
slighting through darkness, still by foot.
Ignorant, blissful dreamers not concious in this cosmos,
Journeyed the nightly path, alas!
And so succumbs the unseasoned self,
Breath, so cold, cold
She made her entrace to tend her young,
Aberration arose, as could not clench her tongue.
Her child's presence was then not known,
Nor his spirit or flesh lie in the hollow home.