Cradle of Emptiness

Although moon glints, I am inconsolable This womb, your harbor Nourished by splendor of days, nights While we wait in anticipation for life... Fifteen weeks it is, come evening As I imagine a baby so pure Dwindling her toes, chuckling aloud: Till your pulse beat slips ticks away As my voice quietly murmurs, 'Rachel, fight the gush, Your pink cradle waits for you at home.' I wail through hours, ripped by breaths forlorn The navel's cord Disconnecting in the thorn of frozen silence, When labor pains my body endures Nothing to gain, everything to lose Duskfall wakes, new morn vanishes: Looking at you on gauzy sheets The ghost of emptiness rears-- Depriving a cradle of laughter unborn That I cannot imagine an angel winging, O not now... Not when I ache and moan unto heaven, aggrieved ~ Contest of john lawless, Let 'Er Rip Part #2 ~ Based on my first cousin's experience 12/14/2018