Sitting alone in the conference room,
haunted by my Docs’ words of gloom.
My time was drawing near,
in two weeks I face my fear.
How do I tell my family about,
the child I gave away?
To their Auntie she’s barren,
so I could come home to stay.
Before my lover I suffered lonely,
he was my one and only.
Our spirits shall joined as one,
looking forward to some fun.
My life grows closer to the date,
facing the finally of my fate.
Closing my eyes too slip away,
praying they’ll forgive me someday.
This illness will never terminate,
the ardent love I found so late.
Author notes
Written from my imagery, to reach out and feel this pain she suffered...
A contest entry
- Death Bed Confessions by queenie.
1800 points, ended February 13, 2007, 15 entries
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you can feel the pain in this scenario.it conjures up so many different emotions.it makes the reader feel sympathy and disgust at the same time.it makes you want to hate her for giving up the child but hug her for her decision to finally tell.this is great.
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Oh. This is a nice little poem that you have here. It sounds like there were a lot of intense emotions. I'm not sure I understood completely what was going on but I picked up that there was a lot internal turmoil for a woman that is pregnant? I don't know. But I think that you did a good job of expressing yourself.
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This lady is dying, of a illness and wants to tell her children they have a sister or brother which ever...thats her death bed confession...she thinking of a pregnancy from long ago.........novy
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Feeling the pain
Very well done, it sounds like a woman who suffered a lot in terms of mental anguish and agony over this life. Good write. Walt.
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