Sleeping Baby

Location

89117
United States
36° 8' 43.1988" N, 115° 16' 40.1952" W

Immersed in his rest,
So buried within the dream,
He couldn't clasp the enkindling air approaching his door.

The wrathful sounds of explosions abusing precious ears,
The sights of lifeless stares,
Screams in anxiety,
The grievous tears,
The heaviness of nothing, quickly turns into something,
As it takes bodies, then gently drops them to the floor,
The punch holes through the compressed walls out endless frustration.

The flares crept through the gaunt space under the door.
His eyes were too closed to see the rendering of his brand new toys,
As they plunged to the floor,
Now empty of hilarity.
The tingling sounds of flames were getting closer and closer by the minute.

The relief of a watery chill gently touched faces,
Washing away the memories of what just happened.
Quickly it became a nuisance when,
'Wait, we're missing somebody',
Came out of somebody's mouth.

A fast pacing hour strolled on by before 'The baby' attacked the air.
When her mind could no longer take the agonizing stress attacking her one after another,
She finally ran to the once smoldering house, to save just what might be the last "living" part of her.

But when she got there,
It was just too late.
The murky shadows had already picked her baby up,
Held him tight,
And refused to let him go.
Perhaps, upon knowing it will be the only place the child will be safe.

Comments

Areese A.

This summarizes a poetic prose I wrote. Its about a girl almost a women according to law, but really still just a little girl. You see, she gets pregnant. Once her baby is born, she knows only one thing- she doesn't want him. She feels as thought the whole situation was a big mistake. She didn't mean to give birth to him. She wants him gone, but she doesn't want to be the one to take him away. Maybe she was just too scared. One day, a big house fire broke out. The flame party seemed endless. Though it wasn't considered a party to some. Help came soon afterwards, well it wasn't soon enough. Everyone felt relieved. Soon after the rescuers came, someone noticed that the baby wasn't with his mother. Everyone started attacking the former mother with 'the baby'! Just when she thought her problem was all gone, she immediately felt like she was never meant to even so much as look at the gates of heaven. She realized that, that bundle of life she called a mistake wasn't just a mistake, it was one she had to live up to. The very thing she called a mistake was her son, her kid, her baby, and she abandoned him, during a time he needed her the most. She realized that once he touched her arms, he was her responsibility. She made have made a mistake, but he never asked to be added to the world, but because he was, he mattered. He was in her arms, and she chose to put him somewhere else. When his eyes were still learning to open fully, he was in his mother's arms, he had nobody else, so he trusted her, and she let that trust burn to ashes. She knew the rising steam would come back to haunt her, but she didn't want that, so she ran to the house to get her child. But when she got there, it was too late. He burned in the fire. Death took him. Death saw all along, what was going on with that little girl. Death knew, that if the child was with death, nothing else, weather its bad or good, nothing else can happen to him. So death picked the baby up, held him, thinking, it might be the only place the child can safely trust someone, or something.

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