The Lull

Published by Orwellian at February 1, 2023

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Down the dusty campestral road,
walked a mother with a child strapped on her back.
Her gaze was as uncertain as her every step…
And although the moon was bright and the stars graceful,
no one seems to notice the silhouette in the gloom.

Slowly. Step after step. Staring into the unknown.
As if every step was but with a thousand considerations.
Her mind, a royal mess of past horrible events;
a stampede of wild bulls would have left it more orderly.
Real life had begun to fade at the back of her mind.

Why did the stars shine beautifully bright?
A mother grieves, the sky glows. What a paradox of fate!
She stumbled, the baby swiveled. Indifferent,
it seems to be asleep, clueless of mom’s predicament.
But somehow, I know it isn’t a nap it will be waking from

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