To Bear The Child Of A Married ManA Poem by Poetic82This is not from personal experiene. I saw a pregnant woman on the street having an emotional conversation with someone and wondered what she might be going through, and this is what evolved.
"TO BEAR THE CHILD OF A MARRIED MAN"
I REVELED IN PASSION AND HE PROMISED ME IN TIME.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MAN THAT COULD NEVER BE MINE.
I LOVED HIM WHEN POSSIBLE AND HELD ON TIGHT.
UNTIL HE CREPT OUT OF BED AND WOULD GO HOME AT NIGHT.
I SCREAM A LOUD SCREAM AND I CRY ALL I CAN.
BECAUSE I BEAR THE CHILD OF A MARRIED MAN.
HE USED TO SEND FLOWERS AND TAKE ME NICE PLACES.
HE FILLED ME WITH LAUGHTER AND BOUGHT ME FINE LACES.
HE'D SMILE WHEN HE SAW ME AND WOULD HATE TO LEAVE.
IT WAS MORE THAN JUST PERFECT UNTIL HIS CHILD I CONCEIVED.
IT SEEMED THAT HIS FAMILY WAS ALL THAT HAD MATTERED.
IN A FEW SIMPLE WORDS MY BUBBLE WAS SHATTERED.
NO FLOWERS, NO DINNER, I RUINED THE PLAN.
FOR I NOW BEAR THE CHILD OF A MARRIED MAN.
I BEGGED AND I PLEADED AND CRIED PLEASE DON'T GO.
I WENT AND GOT PREGNANT, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW.
HE SAID HE WOULD LEAVE HER, BUT HE HASN'T TRIED.
IT TOOK TIME TO SEE HE WASN'T- NOW I REALIZE.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF I SHOULD TELL HIS WIFE.
IT ONLY SEEMED FAIR SINCE HE'D RUINED MY LIFE.
I'D CALL THERE AND HANG-UP I JUST COULDN'T SPEAK.
I ATTEMPTED TO VISIT, BUT MY KNEES GREW TOO WEAK.
I WAS SCARED AND ALONE, UNAWARE OF MY ACTIONS.
I NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS FATAL ATTRACTION.
I THOUGHT I COULD KILL HIM AND THEN KILL MYSELF.
I COULDN'T HAVE HIM, NOR COULD ANYONE ELSE.
BUT I COULDN'T DO THIS AND SAW THAT IN TIME.
SO AFTER STRONG THINKING THE THOUGHT LEFT MY MIND.
I'VE CALMED NOW YOU SEE, I HAVE DONE ALL I CAN.
YET I STILL BEAR THE CHILD OF A MARRIED MAN...
By: Audrey Booth-Edwards © 2008 Poetic82Reviews
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Added on June 6, 2008Last Updated on June 8, 2008 AuthorPoetic82West Covina, CAAboutI am a writer by nature. It flows from me like water. I find that my greatest joy and peace comes from my words and creations. I find wonder in what becomes each time my pen hits the page. I never kn.. more..Writing
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