The Crying Baby

It's as if the sun had claws, and dug them
Deeply into me, as if the air itself
Was poison.  How that god-damned
Baby cries!  Is there no way to shut
Her up, to tell her that that buzz-saw sound
She makes makes even family members
Into lifelong enemies?  A spoiled child
Turns the cosmos into something close
To hell, and I, deficient in compassion,
Have to move away.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-08 at 03:05

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
The child will grow and you will have moved away. Looks like no win-win there.
2022-11-08