in the bosom of the family
where safety once reside
gentle rough hands soothed
brushed tears away when cried
as the young grew older
curiosity died
they listened to the convincing
that told of truth but lied
the truthful one so arrogant
so special and revered
questioning became a threat
a darkness to be feared
the bosom of the family
broke and fell apart
many nights of grinding teeth
a sorrowful broken heart
time is a great healer
healer of the bereft
it moves so steady onward
but so little of it left
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