Hey guys... sorry about the delay. This has been the first chance I have had to hop on Nova today! My poem is below... Fair warning to the person who said they hate hearing about anybody else's kids!
(BTW, I like your style there spikeh... much better than the last poem I heard you recite!
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My Captor’s Hold
Our nursery’s graced with one small child,
Her tender soul yet undefiled.
Such darkened voice as vice and greed,
She does not hear; she’s un-beguiled.
Her heart so pure, does not concede
To hate and lies and selfish deed.
The joy of life is in her wake,
To laugh and love…her only creed!
Alas today, my heart does ache,
Imagining that for her sake
These passing moments I could still,
And days gone by, once more retake!
But time’s undaunted, iron will
Relentless, presses forward till
Its hands grow weary, faint and still,
Its hands grow weary, faint and still.