WARNING! SOME PEOPLE MAY FIND THE FOLLOWING PEOM 'DISTURBING'
A babies cry rips through the night
I open my eyes and see light
as I realize that it's day
I recognize the sound.
Feelings of pain, fear and guilt wash over me,
while I see what I can do
I see her face
and finally know what it feels like,
to know a child's love.
Will I ever feel that way again
Am I going to be deprived
of the amazing gift only a child can give.
The gift of total trust and love.
I reach over to pick her up,
to hug my daughter and tell her I love her.
The scream lasts forever,
whether in my mind or from my mouth,
the echos will never stop.
My outstreached hands near her fragile frame
and all I see is a glint of metal
before her body lay in two
I try and close my eyes,
but can't!
I ask what I just did,
the whispers start, silently
quickly growing in volume
"Another day, and you would have done this"
"The daily pain you caused was worse"
I wake from my dream
"Please, don't do this", I plead
but even as I speak the words,
the echo's of my scream engulf them
I close my eyes just wanting it to stop.
Before I even fall asleep,
I see her face again.
Before I even start to feel
relieved at seeing her
I know that this will never stop.
The rope around her neck tells all,
I don't need to look this time,
my hands are burning from the strain
of keeping both ends taunt.
I quickly grab her, and hug her tight
as thoughts race through my mind.
"I would never do this to her,
please, somebody believe me"
I wrap my arms around her back
and feel tears dripping from my cheeks
I am sobbing now,
and open my eyes with a start
As I held her, with my arms around her back
I knew what I was holding
the handle of a knife that was buried in her spine
Turning my head, the screams still echoed
drowning out the whispers
Sitting up in bed I feel
like this isn't right somehow.
"Why do I deserve this" I demand
as my head leaves it's tear soaked pillow |
Submission Name: The loss of a child
