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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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