The decision was made
by poverties cruel fate,
the twisted smile it wore
on the paradox of its face.
Thoughts of reality
that once raged by indecisions
laid buried beneath my flesh,
entombed in a shrine of mistakes.
I walked into the clinic
unconsciously, alone in a world
with the eyes of a innocent child
awaken to become forlorn.
Drugged to endure the pain
I laid upon my bed of truth,
closing my eyes to hide my shame,
with tears that I refused.
Fingernails dug into palms
that yearned to hold this child,
to comfort it from its brutal death,
I walked my own green mile.
Biting my heels into cold steel
as my child silently screamed
in its moment of death,
I spiraled into my own hell, profusely I bled.
Numb and lifeless with a blank stare
I knew the ultimate pain of choice,
it whispered my eternal voice of remorse.
With embedded scars of reality I hold
within my empty arms, the child who was never born.
Oh my god, I had goosebumps and tears through this agonized read...it is the scream of hopless agony, of hate at self, at life, at unfairness and injustice...it is the seething hell of guilt and the loss of soul-peace, for eternity...it is human.
Excellent piece, wringing profound, searching emotions out of the reader...
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2003
Tracey this is such a Hard subject to write about. you have done wonderful job with this
Reviewed by Morchuis
Reviewed on February 3, 2003
Hi Tracey,
Certainly paints a picture.
Morchuis
Ps Am I entitled to comment,hate get into a war of words,very good poem we need to hear more of them, some one has to speak for those that can not.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2003
This is one of the most powerful things I've ever read. After being a counselor for women with post traumatic stress disorder associated with abortion, I can tell you Tracey, this poem puts all the depths of the hell suffered into words. Profound write.
A page-turning novel about a relationship between best friends that is interrupted because of betrayal , deceit, sexual promiscuity and pregnancy happens!
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This was such a sad write...Though written
so well....
Trixie :)
Warmly,
Your Friend,
Michael
-James
Excellent piece, wringing profound, searching emotions out of the reader...
Certainly paints a picture.
Morchuis
Ps Am I entitled to comment,hate get into a war of words,very good poem we need to hear more of them, some one has to speak for those that can not.