A wounded womb
I can feel where you’re meant to be
You lay as a phantom pressed so delicately
To my ever eager bosom
You my sweet have yet to take a breath
My arms are filled with a constant reminding ache
Caused by the very absence of your weight
An empty cradle swings in despair
For you, I was never meant to bare
The lack of your cry leads to my screams
Should I blame the Heavens or Hell
For this curse that was thrust upon me
I was not made to make you
So you, there will never be
(2014)
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