Lost Child At Dawn

I didn't write this one but I love it very much and I can really relate to it...

Cutting the final edges
from the form.

Loose change dangles
dignity forlorn.

Stake in heart bleeds forsaken
life away.

The blade turns and drains the
soul breath away.

Angel pass overhead and branches shake
out lies.

The blade sinks in
and fifth victim dies.

poem by Tiana Webb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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