Never Been Born Poem by Beatrice Preti

Never Been Born



Her eyes fill with memories of bloodshed and gore
"Hey, doctor, " she says. "I wish I'd never been born."
Her legs are too short to reach to the ground
So I lend her my arm, and help her jump down
She runs to the window, and looks at the sky
"It's raining, " she says. "Someone's made angels cry."
Her little feet patter like drops on the floor
My hands starts to shake. I can't take any more.
So I make my excuses and run from the room
My crafted façade lies shattered in ruins
My childhood, my life never prepped me for this
Where a child tries to die to find solace and bliss
I stare out the window as rain splashes down
I push out my heart in hope that it drowns
And, once I am sure that I've lost it (for now)
I take a breath in, and turn back around

Sunday, March 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: child,death,hospital
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