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Poem: The Hand Beside Me

The Hand Beside Me, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Laying there in his safe, warm bed
Work ideas running through his head
He knows he needs to get some sleep
Escape this world and dream so deep
A few hours left until the morn
The dark around him feels so warm
The only light is from the moon
There is not a sound in the room
He feels the bed move, someone there
He is relaxed and doesn’t care
Laying there in the middle of night
He feels the child’s hand grip his tight
The tiny fingers grip his hand
And then he starts to understand
He sits up straight, with such a start
There is a pounding in his heart
The bed beside him is just bare
He lives alone, nobody there!

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Posted in Others, Poetry

Poem: Evil People Around Us

Evil people around us, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Sometimes in this life, told the truth must be
Of all the bad times, set those secrets free
Show them who is boss, the power of the word
Shout it out at them, make sure the whole world heard
Make them feel the shame, of evil they have done
Have faith in yourself, your not the only one
Let them feel the pain, and sadness you went through
Make them understand, the wrong they did to you.
A child is a gift, not something to abuse
Someone to protect, not someone you can use
There is no excuse, no reason they can give
What they did is wrong, something’s you can’t forgive

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