Monday, February 13, 2012

a poem

Dulled, but still felt

The pains of birth

Stretch marks left behind on what once grew inside

It came too early. The birth of love

Miscarried away my emotions

The hopes

The names

All blood covered death

Too early

Didn’t wait

Now, made to wait

All knocks silenced

Six to be precise

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