Innocence Interrupted
Sacred beginnings, but my end too soon
I lie helpless in false serenity
preparing for life, her womb is my tomb.
I am like a flower, ready to bloom
my small frame forms, unborn tranquility
sacred beginnings, but my end too soon.
Her voice, so familiar, screams in that room
my little heart pounds in futility
preparing for life, her womb is my tomb.
Pain, a new sensation, sharp, coursing through
my frail body, in death's reality
sacred beginnings, but my end too soon.
I cry out in silence, my parts are consumed
stricken and murdered so conveniently
preparing for life, her womb is my tomb.
My innocent blood spilled unwillingly
unprotected, unheard, why should this be?
sacred beginnings, but my end too soon
preparing for life, her womb is my tomb.
Written on 7/22/2015
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015
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