I Loved It StillA Poem by BlysfulWarning: Very sad topic. Read at your own discretion. "I should have been it's saviour."
The pain still sends me reeling, its echoes still resound
Knew not the beauty of a cry 'til it never sounds Talons clawed at my arms and pried It from my grasp Not He or She for It never lived, no first breath or last My chest is empty as my womb, a gruesome sight I'm sure But none grotesque as my mind, for which there is no cure A year may pass, some more may follow It's hard to keep track when you're just so hollow The grave never grows, though a living one should But a corpse never does as we wish that it would I can pray there for hours, I can pray there for days My heart, my mind; imprisoned in anguished daze I'll never name It. I'll never hold It nor know It. I love It still, though I will always be unfit They say it was random, could have happened to anyone - but it happened to me, no matter their opinion It's death is on my hands, It's life is my failure From It's first moment, I should have been It's saviour. © 2016 BlysfulAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 15, 2015 Last Updated on January 26, 2016 AuthorBlysfulLincolnshire, United KingdomAboutI'll write so long as there's a pen in hand or a keyboard in reach. I ran out of pages in my numerous notebooks, so I made the (hopefully not disastrous) decision to post my work online :) more..Writing
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