Carrying The Innocence Home

Dark madness gapes as children gaze
wide-eyed into its black abyss.
Innocence, burnt outwards, stares
petrified from deep within its soul.
The Father’s arms hold all Its anguish,
crazed in pain, yet solid strength.
He runs, not feeling rubble and shards
towards ~ he knows not, lucidity vanquished.
Only Love remains to guide him, carrying
the heavy burden of Innocence Home.