In a dawn obscured by a slate sky waning,
her soul was lured by the passion of pain.
The tears in her eyes left no explaining,
with silent goodbyes, she stood in the rain.
The black dress and veil felt so constraining,
she tried to inhale and fought to stay sane.
Confused she cursed God for stealing her life,
her soul was immersed in horrific strife.
A coffin descending in unhallowed ground,
a crowd pretending to grieve at her loss.
They mourn for a soul they think is hell bound
and dump in a hole like unwanted dross.
An un-baptized spirit will never be found,
they cower and fear it, blaming the cross.
She cried out in pain, she stood there with pride,
she felt her life drain and her heart had died.
Indelible sorrows engraved in stone,
countless tomorrow’s passed ‘neath that slate sky.
A hole in her heart that rips to the bone,
a life torn apart with no reason why.
There’s a chill in the air and she’s left alone,
aching despair sounds a silent goodbye.
She dropped to her knees; she cried out to pray,
screaming; “Lord please”, where her dead baby lay.
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