Where love has gone

There we were, we two little ones.

Brothers by blood.

Huddled in horror, sometimes.

Witness to warfare of spirit.

Knowing not where love had gone

Between the Mother and the Father.

Even at this tender age, we’d lost the joy

Of anticipation,

And looked longingly back on innocence.

Those two battling souls

Were like giants to us,

Their wicked words and warring ways

Like thunderbolts thrown from on high.

Electrifying us

With the terrible alchemy

Of self blame

At this tender age.

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