Poem: The Sleep of Babes

Here and now, upon the witching hour,
Rest you swaddled in the sleep of babes;
Unaware of the darkness without.
Or within.
Suffer not these truths:
Family slain by our own hand,
Wells of unending despair
And ceaseless diminishing,
Faceless infidelity with unknown lovers,
Humiliation’s mocking cage.
We scream silent in loud-torn minds,
As nightmares feed on our fears.
But here and now, upon the witching hour,
Rest you swaddled in the sleep of babes.

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