Reyvrex Questor Reyes


A Fetus Speaks


How sweet the Autumn breeze
Wafting from my window
Before this Winter freeze
I could see skies are blue;
But how would I to know
Or how will I
In truth, I lie
Even as poets do,

Saying life is a race:

How could I win? My chance is lame
How could I lose? I did not play
I could not even see the game,
Because I never came to be.

'To be or not to be'
To me is not a question, never
'To be or not to be'
I was not asked, how could I answer

I am sort of outlawed;
Like the many others
Or, maybe, disallowed
By choice of some mothers;

Or, unwanted, in a sense
I could not be Jesse James
To be 'Wanted: Dead Or Alive'
Instead, I was led to contrive:
'Unwanted: Dead Or Not Alive'

Could I be just cells as hinted,
Which could be eliminated?
By pills, or prescription,
Forceps or incision,
Herbal concoction,
Lethal injection?

Rules may stop humans from dying,
And could keep one from existing,
If so, make this my epitaph
Maybe, with a small stone seraph:

Here lies John Doe
One of this Earth
But none would know
His date of birth;
And as facts are dim
In a scene of violence
Was he the victim
Or maybe, the evidence?

This, my friend, is my proposal
If accorded proper burial
And not proper waste disposal.

Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Topic of this poem: death

Form:


Do you like this poem?
1 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A Fetus Speaks by Reyvrex Questor Reyes )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 2 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Trees, Joyce Kilmer
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  4. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  5. All the World's a Stage, William Shakespeare
  6. If, Rudyard Kipling
  7. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  8. A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
  9. A Poison Tree, William Blake
  10. Dreams, Langston Hughes

Poem of the Day

poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, --
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
...... Read complete »

   

New Poems

  1. Escaping Home, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  2. Enjoying Conversations, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  3. How Long A Breath of Moment Be...(r), Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
  4. Communicating Through Talent, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  5. Moments Of Refreshing Writing, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  6. God., Th@ We N0t, sEaN nOrTh
  7. only Dfence against a rhythm - Boi, sEaN nOrTh
  8. Snuggle 2, Michael P. McParland
  9. ROAD FROM PARIS 1970, Terry Collett
  10. '' O '', Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
[Hata Bildir]