I wrote this. I have no idea why. It was one of those times when I just started typing and it arrived. I do not know what to title this
Shed as she tried to sleep
Wets a blood stained sheet
The baby crying down the hall
All alone
Only a few days old
Wanting to be held
She covers her head beneath a soft pillow
Not daring to move
Trying to kill the sound
She cries softly
Her sobs deafened as she pulls the pillow closer
Trying to drown the noise
He can't hear
He would not understand
Her eye swells
Hit for the hundredth time
There is no pain
She is numb
Quietly she listens
The baby falls silent
Quietly he opens the door
Crying
He tells her that he is sorry
He tells her he loves her
He kisses her as his hands wrap around her throat
The baby cries
Praying for comfort
Her mother can never comfort her again
Finally, she has no more pain
She has no more tears
She is at rest
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-10-12 at 08:34
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Dampness from the million tearsShed as she tried to sleep
Wets a blood stained sheet
The baby crying down the hall
All alone
Only a few days old
Wanting to be held
She covers her head beneath a soft pillow
Not daring to move
Trying to kill the sound
She cries softly
Her sobs deafened as she pulls the pillow closer
Trying to drown the noise
He can't hear
He would not understand
Her eye swells
Hit for the hundredth time
There is no pain
She is numb
Quietly she listens
The baby falls silent
Quietly he opens the door
Crying
He tells her that he is sorry
He tells her he loves her
He kisses her as his hands wrap around her throat
The baby cries
Praying for comfort
Her mother can never comfort her again
Finally, she has no more pain
She has no more tears
She is at rest
Poetry by Rob Taylor
Read 800 times
Written on 2007-10-12 at 08:34
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