Children’s Darling Pictures On The Mantle.

Suffer the little children, under the shadow of domestic unrest!

Children’s darling pictures on the mantle

Seemingly mean nothing anymore

But ammunition in a war of attrition

Just another way of keeping score

Perhaps the parent’s points are all that matters

Oblivious they walk through slamming doors

Such self-indulgent battles leave them blinded

To everything but the tallies on the walls

The casualties in all this are the children

They suffer more with every passing week

As bit part puppets in a live production

Scarred by wicked words their parents speak

Character assassination of another

Seems to be the order of the day

Mum and dad, so mean to one another

“It’s my fault, what did I do or say?”

Children now conceive that they’re the problem

In response to all the wreckage all around

Through the night, weeping in their solitude

Sadly, parents never seem to hear a sound

Children, empty vessels thirst for knowledge

Corrupted by the lies poured into them

Life is sometimes but a vicious circle

Will history repeat itself again?


Original Dark Poetry.

Copyright © Craig Detheridge.

2015 – 2017.

Children’s Darling Pictures On The Mantle.

For Dark Souls

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