In The Village

In The Village
The smell is sweet
My baby skips with me
Down the street

A strange reality
I talk to one who can not be
“The park Daddy, the park!”
All that I see is dark

Alice at The Mad Hatter’s tea party
My baby climbs up next to Alice
“Careful darling” I run to her
She falls

In The Village
The smell is sweet
Strange deja vu
My baby smiles at me

“Wow! look at the ’scrapers Daddy
Lets go up, go up high”
“OK” I sigh
She runs “Hey not so fast!”
“Come here right NOW!!”
A squeal of brakes
The scream of my child

In The Village
The smell is sweet
I walk alone down the street
Empty inside I cry
For a future
That never began

In The Village
The future is real
I am back from self torment
And reality comes to me
Empty inside I cry
As I walk down the street
Alone.

In The Village

Andrew Price

Stoke -on-Trent, United Kingdom

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My dream to have a child never began so I love to think what might have been.

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