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Twin Aborted Truth

She refuses to bring a child into this cradle contaminated world Even herself, she wished were never brought into it With stillborn immature regret, she woulda flatline wrapped the umbilical cord around herself ... And let the ultrasound noise drown her, with a suicide note fetal writ Earth offerings of paternal pain (wars unending, and violent efforts for material gain) birthed her aborted truth This is her Caesarian undeliverable proof Empty bosoms of compassion was all she could ever hope to give this never-to-be love child Faith and patience was in limited, lactose-intolerant supply An angry father prowls a-pace, somewhere in a solitary place, outside of her present womb needs His disaffected embryo concern was readily ascertained when the placenta news broke He aborted his parental responsibility in a drunken, vehicular homicidal rage Now a penitentiary slave, giving a doubled absentee decision A ten-year burnt bridge smouldering in a spiteful cage Moon offerings of maternal pain (tenuous peace unending, and forceful efforts for emotional dominance) birthed his aborted truth This is his Caesarian undeliverable proof Empty bottles of compassion was all he could ever hope to give this never-to-be loved child Patience and faith had been depleted for a nipple-intolerant while Twin aborted truth, neither has loving feelings for each other Tho’ they both want the same thing Twin aborted truth is the premature death-face of pain Siamese in it’s suffering Cemetery souls zombie shackled — heads joined together, with sporadic guilt shuffling Sitting in the perpetual shade of grief, having brief, awakening moments of lucidity ... But only when the tomb madness of hating life, temporarily dozes off to a self-forgiving sleep

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 8/30/2018 10:00:00 PM
achingly sad...
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Date: 8/29/2018 7:40:00 AM
Wow, and that last line... Love and hugs dear poet, xomo
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