Halloween Poem #21:

Tears In Misted Eyes
by Michael Romani

Tears in his misted eyes
A monster cries as his child dies
While the mother prays her lullaby
It's all the watcher can do to sigh

Life like a twisted blade wielded cruelly
Deprives a wounded heart of this family
Who then is the monster is the question
I reply without any hesitation

It is those who kill without feeling
Tempers and missteps send us reeling
And still the one called monster is crying
As he holds the hand of his child dying

Tell me the lies of heaven's illusion
My troubled soul needs this confusion
To blind me to all that life has shown
By snuffing out the life a child un-grown

Each day brings more suffering at the cross
Each moment's breath brings its sad loss
This is the lot of those who live in poverty
To me, this is the truest monstrosity 

Each night spent in silence and fear
As the broken heart seeks only to persevere
Gazing at the crucifix that I revere
A world crashing down enfolded in a father's tear

Inside our hearts we hear the voice
Mocking us with anguish as if by choice
And this then is the truest monstrosity
When pestilence takes one's sacred family

As I lay me down once again to sleep
I hear and feel echoes of the tears we weep
Falling hard and far too deep
These are our souls the Lord must keep

(c) October 21, 2019  Michael Romani
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