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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I stole her away… That was no innocent child She was full of wisdom I would never attain, That not even a martyr of a thousand years could ever dream of I stole her away…. Because she was never mine Just as my wife was never mine, That child was never mine I can still see the look of confusion in my wife’s eyes That baby knew everything within that stare She knew everything and more She knew more than was physically possible, In her little time on earth So I stole her away… I kept her from growing… I keep her…in here!!! She listens to my lies Though somehow she sees right through them She finds truth in the ugly…the damned… With surpassing intelligence The truth has many eyes, many ears The truth need only taste once Then it has to hit and run The taxi driver knocked me out, But before I was hit, He saw the loose shell in my arms He saw that she was not looking at anyone He saw a stupid, innocent child She was looking at the ceiling, Fascinated by its insignificance She didn’t cry out, No matter how hard I thrashed One second I missed that terrible stranger But the memory has seared into me a hate that will never fade… She didn’t move at all I woke up and was childless. I lost everything, I dully knew. Sometimes I am haunted by the baby’s gaze…but she is not looking at me. She is looking at everyone else—all of those who I have hurt and ruined, all of those I have yet to know. The sad thing is, I never imagine my child looking down from sky paradise…I always picture her as I last saw her…looking up.
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