Sleeping Angels (TH)

Tomorrow’s adventures but a dream
for when the little ones lay their head
welcoming that ever refreshing sleep,
life’s pressure will tear down fort walls
built to shield younglings from monsters
intending to bring childhood to an abrupt end.

Yesterday’s games over & forgotten,
boys turned to men step out the nest
to find calloused skin & blisters
only for the approval of fathers
who never bothered with play
& instead swallowed away
the last drop of their own prime
on their own way out this world.

All the while, the mothers mourn
if they, too, aren’t already
sleeping angels
dreaming of past adventures
once more.

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