A horrible thing, just horrible
Born and raised to always do the right thing
One mistake swayed her from her saintly path
Robbed her and her family of a chance to know a new one
The pressure from the not so loving father to be just too much and so she gave in
Into the guilt and the doubt eating her alive inside
Now there is no baby, no lover and worse of all no more family gathered around to comfort her
What's done is bitterly done
And she knows there can be no going back
So much for happy ever after
Hate and self pity consume her
Every waking thought gripped by the digust she now feels for herself
Rocked to the core to understand at last she really is a coward at heart
Made an awful choice
One she will live forever to regret
The cries of her unborn still haunting her in the night
Her body still feels the empty cold chill where once her baby would have grown
Eternal the question of what if looms
Racked with guilt
Silent tears course their way down her face
Damned to never be able to bear another to replace the one she murdered
A long, lonely lifetime out in front of her
Yearning for salvation she begins to think of self harm
God knows this pain is way too much to bear
It would be so easy, so very easy to
Flow away just like a peaceful river
The darkness beckons and she fears
Not now
But soon
She just might
Answer that siren call
2019 Ramona Thompson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem