Child Poem by Jessica Thompson

Child



She is.
A child at birth.
But dead.
At heart.
Never blinking.
Hardly breathing.
Cold to the touch.
Child.
Pale.
Dear child.
Can't utter as word.
Her lips are sealed.
Heart shrivels.
Ever moment of life.
Not looking.
Me in the eyes.
Child.
Why are you.
Cold?
Like death?

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Jessica Thompson

Jessica Thompson

Phoenix, Arizona, United states of America
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