This house is vast
You could get lost
In its' dimly lit rooms
White metal bedposts
Children sleep here
But not soundly
A boy of four or five
Is crying
But used to the unease
A girl of six
With soft blonde hair
Knows the place all too well
Urgency and innocent faces
Blur into the ether
Dusty, shabby, thick with foreboding
Something awful, someone, entities
Some rooms worse than others
But when its bad, its indescribable
The children run weeping
To the women here at dusk
We know what's happening
But we cannot
Stop it
We try to calm their fears
Sit with them in their rooms
'See, it's not so bad,'
Though the air feels black
No, darker than black
Clouds of impenetrable
Stifling shadow filled with blood
They sit on our laps
Rubbing tear stained cheeks
Sobbing
At the thought of
Yet another night
Spent within these walls
The last of the pitiful shafts of sunlight
Are snatched away in seconds
Disintegrating in sparkling, dusty whirls
The terror builds again
It's survival
There's love here, but I'm not sure it will ever be enough
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