Buried Deep

Buried Deep

A Poem by Paul Bell

The sacred child on the hill

Buried deep but never forgotten

River of tears

Washed along into an ocean of deep longing

Years pass by

The girl becomes the woman

Relationships begin and end

Happiness brings a new journey

A baby in the making

Driving out old thoughts

Touching her stomach in repentant hope

Sadly hope dies in the womb

Guilt turns to punishment from above

The sacred child on the hill

Watches the figure coming towards her

Slowly entering the river

Washed along into an ocean of deep longing

The sacred child on the hill

Reunited for ever more.

© 2020 Paul Bell


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Even at inevitability of death, I wonder why it has to come to such unborn that holds no grudges for no one, at least not yet. Great priceless piece. Nicely constructed

Posted 2 Months Ago


Paul Bell

2 Months Ago

I suppose this is why babies are left on doorsteps, though sadly not this one.
A very sad beautiful poem Paul, handled with great tenderness, that cyclic feel of death and life and death, very good

Posted 2 Months Ago


Paul Bell

2 Months Ago

Not a great subject at any time, but life is like that.
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The cycle of life has completed its full revolution; entwined by fate both in life and death. This makes a nice change to your usual pieces of wit; you have tackled a serious subject matter and executed it with poise and poignancy. Its a very sad tale, but one so true to life and a reality for many in this world. Death is not exclusively the domain of the aged. Even those yet to draw a first breath are caught in its grasp sometimes. Its an excellent piece, dear Paul. Much enjoyed! :))

Posted 2 Months Ago


Paul Bell

2 Months Ago

Wonder how many kids are buried out there. The guilt must be horrendous. You'll need to do a funny n.. read more
This could be two people suffering the same tragic fate. Perhaps, a mother and daughter dying the same death. History often repeats itself in kin. Death of hope. Killing of self. Reunited in death...Read very sad.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Paul Bell

2 Months Ago

Correct, the mother through guilt killed herself at the same spot she buried her child years before.
Pestonjee

2 Months Ago

I got most of it then...Death is always sad but death by guilt is worse.
Too difficult a subject if I interpret correctly.
It's devastating and so heartbreaking.
You wrote it well.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Paul Bell

2 Months Ago

Not a great subject, too painful.

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