By When the air escapes your lungs…
The Numbness Of Hurt
A key without a lock
Searching for a purpose
A door missing it’s nob
The emptiness of being uncertain
The young devour one another
Cards of life bend as they’re dealt
Some are luckier than others
Old heads carrying coffins without a belt
It’s every parents nightmare
A mother shouldn’t have to bury her child
Water-fountain tears, dirt shoveled then piled
The numbness of hurt the stillness of rain
Words can’t express a families pain
A father should never call it, babysitting
Not his own child
Those are the children neglected or missing
The family hasn’t seen in awhile
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 
Very powerful piece.
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Bless you… You are too kind.
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