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The Guilty

My soul crys out for the love denied and  secrets untold,
Awaiting in solitude these chains of loneliness in bondage they hold,
My heart great how it aches in a constant agony, 
Regretted yesterdays still haunt Unforgiving blasphemy,  
My spirit discontent robbed left restless  the cradle now still,
Unpicked babies'breath the antidote that time will heal,
I counted to seven then took a deep breath,
Harshness in numbers realness is death,
Addicted to the numbness with intentions to change,
My plans interrupted and sickness arranged,
On the floor sweating as detox unfolds,
Unaware is the child ill not get to hold,
As the days go on and we drift apart,
Broken an understatement your little heart,
Good intentions have no meaning no acknowledgement this time, 
No forgiveness will I receive for this unspoken crime
Guilt is my vail innocents lost in vain,
Im left with no words only my shame,
As though under Quarantine kept locked away,
Hidden in darkness no light from the day,
In this casket lonely but not alone I lie,
unforgotten unfairly and never to cry,
Sweetness taken but also givin in silence,
Lullabies that echo murderous violence,  
As though under a spell awaiting a true lovers kiss,
In Catatonic stillness my unborn they  wont even miss,
This pain that I feel has me immobilized and wanting to leave,
Entangled beloved in this web woven each beat does it weave,
Warmth takes over crimson lips of a lover,
Gone away forever sins beneath the cover,
Winter ends and the the snow surly will melt,
Just as days alone must fade and love again be felt,
Left alone abandoned by love and by life,
Empty my womb now no need to wife,  
No more tears i decided unknowing though know,
In our perfect time will be joined together in soul,
My son I named you an hour before eight,
Forgive me for loving you moments to late,

Copyright © Amber Smith | Year Posted 2017

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