It was regrettably a moment
A moment of fun
Right under the sun
As I try to run
Captivated by fear
The harm is already done
I wonder which gender will be born
Where was that elastic
Known by its other name as condom?
Sporadic thoughts storm my brain cells
I better prepare a futuristic story to tell
Will it be a boy or girl?
An unwanted birth
On my cranky old bed set
Where bodies have mixed up
And churned up in anticipated sweat
I regret, I fret
I regret, I fret
Realising the damage
I rage, low on wage and engage
In remorseful thoughts
My thirst has been quenched and trenched
Was it worth it? Behold No!
Did I need it? Behold Yes!
The left overs are the fruit of my labour
The consequences are my only neighbour
At this time I need a saviour
How can I bring a child up all alone?
What direction have the warm winds blown?
In a moment of fun
I lost but he won
Now he is on the run
This is reality, we are just humans prone to make mistakes and have regrets. Bitter Sweet
Regret or Too Little Too Late or The Morning After - any of these titles would work just as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Was it worth it? Behold No! Did I need it? Behold Yes! The left overs are the fruit of my labour The consequences are my only neighbour wow great lines... I am sorry this happend to you but this poem is AMAZING really fantastic job. Becca