It’s been long since I beheld all God has wrought
and was enchanted by the pleasures that it brought.
I never doubted that there would become a time
When the children that I dreamed of would be mine
But days marched on and years fell into years
and I wept a barren woman’s bloody tears
Till I lost all hope in things long overdue
Now I look upon the sunset’s loathsome view
as it spills it’s vulgar colors on the sky
Or the silver moon that makes most dreamers sigh
And I know there’s nothing in this world for me
not the snow capped mountains or the sapphire sea
that could ever make feel a moment’s joy
Not a hundred thousand pounds of precious troy
Not the scent of perfumed roses in a park
Not Orion dancing drunk across the dark
There is nothing on this putrefying earth
that to me will ever have a drop of worth
I am stuck here in this endless crushing gloom
for as long as blighted ova rule my womb.
Patricia Gibson-Williams
November 14, 2004
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