I wake
and it lingers...
Behind each painting,
Lies an echo of pain...
There isn't enough ink
to write under a moonlit night...
Many words have been spoken,
Many tears have been shed...
I'm tired,
I'm done crawling from the bottom...
Come Judgment Day I know you went the other way...
All I ever wanted was a family
All I ever wanted was to be loved by somebody...
*** This is a Pregnancy loss Poem that is quite...
You dont know what its like...
Once more, left desiring
The only thing...
It started years ago.
The pain, the voices, the taunts and teases...
Its times like this
when its quiet and still...
I found you
lying on the bathroom floor...