I Bled Failure Poem by Robin Bennett

I Bled Failure



Incessant buzzing from-
the alarm clock
buried in my womb
startled everyone.
I heard the hollow ticking,
counting fertility.
Every twenty eight days or so,
I bled failure.

Why do people-
lecture on about
your existence?
Barren, old women,
hell bent on frightening
young girls about the brief
life of a demon biological clock.
The constant echo caused my
eggs to recoil in fear.

I remember,
growing my third baby-
four blissful months
knee deep in pink and blue
Until, the man in the white coat
said he could no longer hear a heart beating.

A child died that day.
All I got were boat fulls of "I'm sorry"-
and memories of obscene
sounding words.
I left that hospital empty handed,
except for garish get well balloons
and dead flowers.

No infant swaddled-
in the nook of my arms,
I was in the section of the ward,
where they put women with
failed and silent incubators.
Together, we rode home
with the baby I now was bleeding out.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James Wade 19 July 2012

Tears! so touching, so painful! It makes me weep for such a terrible loss.

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Robin Bennett

Robin Bennett

New Orleans, La USA
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