This pain, this heart break, all the cruelty of grief,
Struggling to fight for this life, longing to slumber for eternity,
But unlike my son, passed before born, truly innocent..I am full of impurity,
The night is silent, echoes of nothingness, the abyss,
Pondering with a wounded heart, what am I destined to miss,
Guilt rips through me, no words comfort now,
Why me? Why us? Could I have saved him somehow?
Missing the sweet cries of life, the beautiful laughs and more,
Why did death come knocking on the door?
My heart is so heavy, my feet shackled to chains,
Dragging myself through the misery and pain,
I didn't hear you laugh or see your smile,
Destined to wait for such a long while,
What color are your eyes? Who would you look like today?
To see your face once more is all that I pray,
I wish they could help me, I wish I could cry,
But when they see my pain, I feel horrible, so I lie,
Inside I am breaking, shattered, barely breathing,
My mind is on edge, I worry for his safe keeping,
The hours drag on of loneliness, of unwanting,
It seems like the world has small babies they're flaunting,
Why don't you call? Am I forgotten so soon?
Do you think I am crazy, a lonely old moon,
I am alone...my son...is dead....
A parents worst nightmare I wake to from bed,
Forget me, fine but do not forget,
The baby I carried, my child, is not a regret.
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