Poems from Bre Dahn
My Child
If I shall have a daughter, I’ll tie a rainbow in her hair.
She’ll smile with all the radiance of a lively full moon.
My girl...
Struck, battered, beaten, abused.
Terrified cry that comes to no ear,
or if it does, pointedly refused.
Only the night hears the child's...
The darkness sings
a melody of black.
A symphony of midnight
with mantled beat.
Harmony in shade
as crescendo dims.
Void Bravissimo.
Rest...