Before Their Time Poem by Bella Magik

The vines of time will never heal and peace will not be found.
As injustice strangles you it does not make a sound.

All you've lost will linger as an ache until your last.
As the emptiness will echo through your future and your past.

The Will to wake is strength as shadows stain each day anew,
constantly aware life stole your child away from you.

Forgive not the divine deciding who shall live or die
Ask not for a reason always a silent the reply

Death became the distance you can never hope to breach.
The hollow of existence is the child you can not reach.