The Picturesque Family

by Gwenyth Hill   Sep 30, 2017


The picturesque family has been destroyed
All the weapons fired, they've all been deployed

Now a cracked shell remains
Once full of love, it's now full of pains

Hope is but a dream that I keep clinging to
It's the only thing that I wish were true

With only a small ricochet, my whole world was turned upside down
Now instead of smiling, I wear a desolate frown

How could this be happening?
I thought that we were fine?
But now I see the truth that was always hidden behind
a forced facade that was worn to try and protect us all 
From the eventual destruction, this never ending fall

We never realise what we have
Until it is all but gone
But that didn't stop us from trying to reach out to what was already torn

We could only pray that with a couple of stitches
We would be able to fix the wound, that was opening right in front of us, or so we assumed

And even though it's open, never to be shut, were still reaching for the tear 
In hopes that although it is exposed
That it will one day be closed

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Gwenyth, this is heart wrenching and so well written. To continue with your excellent use of metaphor ... I can feel your pain of being one of the casualties of this war ... really well rhymed too. Well done! x
    =^.^=

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Gwenyth Hill

      Thank you so much! I really appreciate your comment!