Broken Tomorrow

My tomorrow is died They have taken that which Nature endowed me with I am left violated and in despair. What shall shield me tomorrow? The womb to bear my children is broken Like a bottle of wine. It was taken for granted by a rapist stranger. He had eaten the forbidden fruit Then left me broken I could see the pieces disappearing into the air. I was broken by he whom i confided in Now my virginity is given away in tears My tomorrow is gone and visions deserted I could see my blood dropping like a loose beads Now i sing alone to the wind Song which is meant for mourners No one seems to care about my predicament No one cares about my pains In life between roses and bullets. Sufferness and agony visited as he ordered them I washed the tissue away for a better tomorrow Yet no better tomorrow for me Since there won't be motherhood experience In my sweet life. Joy of mother hood is a child But the joy fade when the womb To bear the child is no more My tomorrow is broken But only takes Gods grace to repair the damaged tomorrow.