A dark fictional look at one young mother's all too chilling holiday plans
More and more I am certain that I can't handle this pressure
Over and over again I hear the voices in my head telling me to end it all
Today I even came close to putting a pillow over those sweet little angel's faces
Hate and shame war inside of me 24/7
Empty now is all I feel whenever I hold them close
Rushing through my mind are terrible images that I know no normal mother should be having
Suddenly it hits me just what I must do this holiday weekend
Doomed to hell I may be, but it's the only way that I know how to protect them from this cruel world
All alone in the house now with the two of them I set my plan into motion
Young and maybe, just maybe too foolish to know any better
Still I pray today...
For what I am about to do to both myself and my kids
God please forgive me....
If you can
2008 Ramona Thompson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem