Poetry / Spirit of the Unborn
I was awoke by a voice.
To my Dismay it was not you.
I Love you, I Love you, I Cried.
Did I have a choice.
It was not me whom abondended you.
I Love you, I Love you, I cried.
The blood is on my hands,
You died, you died, why did you die.?
Deepening sorrow and overwhelming regret.
It is not compensation, payment for my sinful debt.
Death, Death, from the womb you were spet.
My seed destroyed but i did not consent.
I did not know, so you must go.
Can you hear the emptiness in my heart?
It echoes with the sound of an innocent scream.
Daddy!, Daddy!, NO Daddy, Why?
Do you not love me is that why i must die?
I Love you, I Love you, and again i cry.
Can you see the void in my soul?
Invisioning your body as whole,
but all that is seen is nothing.
Mutilation of your flesh,
death of the unborn.
Into silence, my baby was never Born.
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Powerful words and powerful descriptions.
I was the mirror of your circumstance.
It was my boyfriend who wanted an abortion, not me.
I was pregnant alone.
Your words reminded me of how I wished he felt.
I kept my baby.
Alone.
My son is fourteen.
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