Her Unborn Child
As a brilliant bulb lights up the room,
a woman weeps as consciousness slips.
And white on white adds glare to the gloom
as fear spills freely from mumbling lips.
As guilt seeps into nightmarish dreams,
her pregnancy has her nerves on hooks.
And tears culminate in silent screams,
bullied by scorn and accusing looks.
There's no escaping the shame she feels,
ending the life of her unborn child.
Though she fell in love head over heels,
she was cruelly ravaged and defiled.
A chill penetrates her very core
as her broken heart struggles to cope.
For when a life ends; it is no more,
nothing’s left inside, not even hope.
(Quatrain)
4/18/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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