When the strength gives up,
the arms let go exhausted,
the anger starts to fade,
and the lullaby to play.
In a moment between beats,
like all those wild beasts,
had to be put down to sleep.
When the strength gives up,
the arms let go exhausted,
the anger starts to fade,
and the lullaby to play.
In a moment between beats,
like all those wild beasts,
had to be put down to sleep.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | October 11, 2011 - 22:53
There is a quiet yearning in this poem, Kahdai.
Just beautiful, and its title suits it well.
Tina;-)
Kahdai | October 12, 2011 - 19:15
Thankyou Tina 'yearning?) mean like really wanting to save them? Glad the title fits :) K
skinner_jennifer | October 17, 2011 - 20:44
It seems I have missed quite a bit of your work,
there is so much to read here at abc tales.
A very poignant poem, that shows a real human side
of feelings.
Very well put together Kahdai.
Jenny.
Kahdai | October 19, 2011 - 20:58
Dont worry Jenny iiv missed lods! Thanks for reading some K