Friday, May 12, 2006
The Tears I never Cried
The tears I never cried
Where can I begin to cry for you?
In death, as in so brief fluttering life,
you have never had a place to rest.
As if wiping away your presence,
could have made you not exist to me.
Would ever take you away from me.
Eight hours, of bitter lies, and deceit,
screaming unheard into that long night,
where they slapped my face to shut me up,
shouted whether I could understand,
left me alone so it was too late.
We weren’t worth the trouble, or the drugs.
I tried and tried, to hold on to you,
to keep you with me by pure will,
wishing you to stay, safe, and alive.
like holding water in my fingers
slipped through, despite me holding you back.
Rain of blood and recriminations
When I asked if I could see you, then
brought you in a white plastic bucket.
I asked if I could hold you, they laughed.
Took you away, put with the rubbish.
Left with the milk flowing down my front,
hollow, full of blood, and uncried tears,
Empty-armed in the nursery, the
scent of the new mothers’ flowers, waiting
Whilst they prepared me the final bill.
dark imaginings by khlari @ 5/12/2006 01:57:00 PM
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