I Hold Her Dead Body. Poem by Julietta Isla

She was born, the most precious thing i ever grown to see, she look exactly like me, i held her, while her mother slept, she didn't cry like the others, she was born peacefully, as i held her tiny body in my hands, i watched her sleep gently, then darkness filled my life, she began to spit up blood, her crys burned my ears into eternal pain, the nurses rushed in to take her away, i tried to run after her, no don't take my baby away from me, then waiting to know what happened, the look on the doctor's face told me enough, i cried so hard that her very own mother blamed me, i don't feel like living another day, with knowing that baby vanished away, im so sorry, my touch kills everything, now i can't keep the guilt away.