Births stopped?
Lives arrested?
Hopes blown away?
Deathly shadows walk.
Love unexpressed?
Relationships broken
Before being forged?
Words stutter, pause –
Too shaken for the talk.
Cold gray silence
Eerily craving
The warmth of words, still in wombs.
The horror, the horror –
Of spectred beings looming on the fringes
Of the mind, beyond the spectred tombs.
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