Laments of the Forever Unborn
I am a child of no years,
Of no form, only tears.
I was once to be born,
But from womb I was torn.
Not a person, or so they say,
But I have a soul, and hopes.
Alas! The wings of my dreams,
Have been clipped by cruel whim.
And now, silent I linger,
In a cold, dark corner,
Pondering upon the life,
That could have been.
Mother! All I wanted was to be filial,
To make your years convivial,
To be your sun when life's winter sets,
Did I really....deserve not to be?
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Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2016
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