Missing

Missing The chattering voice of child, has long since left this room. Only toys, no longer played with, now occupy this tomb. Her empty bed, still haunts you, still silently damns your name. your guilt is all consuming, and regret a stinging pain. Questions always questions, what if? The constant knife a thousandaccusations, bad mother, sister, wife. They say that were there’s hope, there’s life, But desperate hope is maiming. You sink into your pit of shame, and wallow in self blaming. You contemplate your sweet escape, slip silently from this place But if she’s found, she’d need to see, a loving friendly face. So on you go through a toil of tears, through a nightmare of broken dreams, Waiting for your child to come and soothe your inner screams.