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The loss of a child is something that no one should have to suffer.

This poem, is about the birth of a stillborn child.

Submitted: January 14, 2009

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Submitted: January 14, 2009



A parasitic cliché,
The conceited comedy lodged within the womb,
An empathetic parody,
Coupled, entwined in its cankerous tomb.

Issues for consideration,
Responding to your independent learning,
Lingering and leaving your legacy,
Scratching, biting, longed and yearning.

Flight is grounded,
You pass has no longer expired,
Shaven head desiring,
Tired of hanging around.

Pushing and pulsating,
Willing for escaping, sprained in excess,
Squeezing down the chute,
The liquids gone in, its pressures rising.

Molecular structure,
A box with no air holes, struggling to break free,
Stuck and panicking,
Caesarean section, doctor quick.

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