There is no Balm in Gilead, This is for and dedicate to Sylvia Options

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There is no Balm in Gilead

There is no balm in Gilead, today,
two small coffins lay o'er
the empty pits of despair.
The souls of two children have been shattered,
they are not as they used to be.
Fear, horror; sudden sounds
make them jump, but they shed no tears.
There is no belief in them
that a parent has gone so suddenly.
Eight sharp shocks, repeat in their ears,
over and over, even adult minds cannot conceive.
They haven't buried a parent, just the innocence
of what used to be childhood.

Oct 8, 2010
© Steve Pray

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Sergio, thanks for your kind words, I am still trying to grow as a poet in many ways, so each comment and critique helps me along the way. I hope that you are doing well, I have been absent for quite a while dealing with my own health problems. I am plunging back into the trials of medications again hoping to find one that will control my diabetes better and on to help with my ever increasing depression.

Take care
Steve