Still Born

Location

Eyes without vision:

     the reflection unbearable.

Life must take an intermission.

     My undoing, irreparable.

Conception - orgasms and smiles,

     he made a pastime of your flesh.

A problem so black and mild.

    Wisdom of all ages gets smoked to death.

Hellos smothered under undeveloped lips -

     I know this is certainly goodbye.

He saw life in your hips.

     It was only right his mistake must die.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741