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He had a hundred heartbeats stuck inside his throat,
eyes devouring words upon the paper that she wrote.
Farewell, it said, in ink, blood red, had to say goodbye,
dreams were lost, gone for good, no reason left to try.
Inside her empty house lived a Mom she had to free,
locked in chains, bound to wait, for what would never be.
She could not hide the pain inside each time her cradle fell,
then something changed, it rearranged, everyone could tell.
Tired and sick of living, sick and tired of being fake,
disappointment broke her; it was more than she could take.
Her words described her pain inside, far worse than he thought,
he still thought she, alright would be, now he knows she’s not.
He found his wife; she clung to life, empty bottle in her hand,
he loved her so, why would she go? He didn’t understand.
Called for help and they came quick, soon she dressed in white,
her family cried, and doctors tried, to make her feel alright.
Baby dreams of a life it seems that had no chance to be,
and saddened fears washed with tears was all that she could see.
When every woman in the world seemed to hold a child,
she felt so cold, so all alone, her discontent compiled.
Unfulfilled and out of wishes, like a kite without a string,
blowing into tomorrow and destroying everything.
But she’ll be strong, just move along, at least she will pretend,
because she knows, next time he goes, she’ll put it to an end.
“Hush little angel,
Mama’s fallen child,
Tell all the others,
I’ll be there in just awhile."
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Silver trophy winner
Honorable mention
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Congrats on your silver in the previous contest, and thanks so much for sharing this.
