Anesthetic dreams took away
muddied dreams of a new life
one I could call my own and his
Six weeks due November
puddles washed away hope
my little darling lost forever
Fluid streams of fluorescence
veins of fire
lulled me from consciousness
Under my spell
I felt nothing
dreamt nothing
Awaking to unfamilarity
a soft melody my heart sang
the symphony of life
Dazed
voices fluttered
realization burdened thought
The sweetest of fruits
had been pitted from my womb
I just lay there
smiling my tears away.















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