Broken hymen love’s lost lining
Pressure too hard to comply.
Now the time of sexual seeding
Plant another one to grow.
Babies fall from pools of blood
The old have passed there too.
Wails of needy child tears
As the darkness passes by.
Ever night-ward desperation
For another one night’s sleep.
In the quiet darkness beckons
Ever onward year by year.
©ronvdm777
May 2020
©ronvdm777
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