Sad face behind magazine,
pristine room with no voices,
all waiting in silent thought,
as she's caught with no choices.
Unwanted babe, who'll ne'er smile,
another file in grey case,
no name but just a number,
to slumber without a trace.
Unseeing eyes shield the tears,
and fears of the judgemental
concealed behind a false name
she remains non-parental.
Her child taken without love,
no winged dove to take his soul,
careers cannot replace life,
and the strife she'll ne'er control.
Her soul is washed with her guilt,
the walls she built not enough,
no one warned that truth returns
and yearns against the heart's bluff.











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