You hear her cries in the depths of your soul:

A mother’s cry, from the solar plexus…

Like a knife, surgically slicing your very substance.

But beware, that plaintive cry is a warning…

For Misery loves company, and she will win…

She will steal your best beloved from the cot,

And bring you to her own state of being…

She will steal your heart and soul…

Take the heaven’s light from your sky…

And leave you in the darkest place,

Where only she can inhabit.

copyright Dale Beck 2018


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