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What was lost

One day I woke up
and you were gone

one minute i was happy
the next my life was wrong

it was flipped upside down
like an hour glass reversed

when time was a timer
the sand then dispersed

 

devestated I walked a plank

feeling of diving into dark seas

 

But something held me back

The feeling lifting of cool breeze

 

I backed away; still in remorse

as I turned into shadows dwell

 

I held to hope and clutched my soul

as I thought my final farewell

 

I shall hold your spirit forever within

as I think of you in my mind

 

You were an innocent soul growing

and the lost one I cannot find

 

I will never forget how happy I was

 

 

 

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To my lost unborn child
3.24.08

I will never forget you.

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  • Improv Machinery
    June 20, 2008

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    WOW

    jasmine, i really don't know wha tto say about this poem. i was in tears reading this, while i do not know wha tit feels like to lose an unborn child, the way you described it put me right in your place. this is by far the best piece of work that i have read from you. i wish i could put so much emotion into my writes. if i could give you a hug, i would.
    Rob
    P.S. ill be working on something for you.


  • kennethlaney
    May 31, 2008
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    Very Good

    Hey Jasmine Pina! Hope you been doing O.K. Like your Poem, It was sad thou. Sorry to hear if that was your child that was lost. At 50 I've never had to deal with such tragedy yet. Hope I nevewr have to. I have not forgotten you Jasmine, You have a beautiful day. "BOO"


  • Silvos. silver member
    April 3, 2008

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    So sad, yet poetically great. I love how you vented your emotions through this poem. I don't have the slightest to how that feels like, but I know it hurts with the worst pain possible.

    God Bless,
    Silvos.