Take a single breath,
Clear your abused lungs,
Of their putrid contents,
Send the crawlers sprawling,
To their Freshly scathed knees
Show them your heated fury,
Brought to fury,
By their foolish proddings
Let the sobs rack you,
As you shiver and shake,
Sending wave after wave,
of tears over their infectious touch,
Soothe yourself,
For its apparent no one else will
But what is this?
A single, gentle touch,
And you turn to look,
And a ray of golden light,
Falls upon her,
A little girl with a shovel in hand,
Planting a garden of daisies
