Miscarriage

Sometimes I feel so alone, In this love yet on my own, The feeling of a waking dream, A lonely shadow of what I’ve been. I see their faces every day, From when I wake till when I lay, The fire burning their flesh to dust, There body’s burning for my lust. How shamed to be a childless mum, My only dream has come undone, What to do but sit and rot, And pray for a child in my cot. But it seems this God is cruel, To let this pain and misery rule, It shatters my heart to see his face, So disappointed at my disgrace.