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Poetry By: sonia

Tags: Horror, Death

a womans pains

Submitted:Jul 4, 2008    Reads: 143    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

The woman cradled
The forlorn object in her arms
This was the memorial
Of her deepest, darkest sorrows
This child was doomed
To a neglected childhood
No pity. No love,
For whilst he lay in her womb
For almost an eternity
Locked away from the beast
We call the world.
He was safe and unknowing,
She didn't form no motherly bond
Her hold on him tightened
His giggles and coos like screeching owls
Made her eyeballs roll over backwards
She was deaf. To hi cries
And blind. To his presence
Yet she could feel his tiny bones
Fighting against her tight grasp
She leaned over to the edge
Of the optimistic lakeā€¦at midnight
Gently with the slightest trace
Of tender loving care
Lay him down upon the cushioned
Creased fibres of the water
Cold and comforting
She was respectful enough
To watch him struggle and cry
Then finally engulfed
Into the reflection of the full moon
Still. Showing this cruel kindness
She stayed long enough to see
Him float along the top. Resurfaced
In his god given birthday suit
Limbs loose, head bobbing up and down
Eyes closed
Blue. Pale. Silent


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