Don't Forget that Womb

by Krete   Feb 1, 2005


Someone Hold me,
Please pick me up,
I fear for crying,
My life has run amuck.

Its so heavy,
burdens we bare.
Silence and Levy,
Echoes so rare.

Hidden mis conceptions,
Babies born a lot.
Mothers rid of preception,
Abortions have no lots.

Like a trash bag thrown,
A story down the pipes,
Life is so alone,
All hidden by womans Strife.

A Baby is now broken,
Its not given time.
Its a simple tiny thing,
Many don't want in life's rhyme.

A hidden mis perception,
a device quite gone rare,
this Baby thing Obsession,
Mothers to young to bare.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Priscilla

    wow! i loved this poem!its awsome infact all ur work is! i love everyone of ur poems! keep up the good work! ~god bless~

  • 19 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    Aww.. wow this was so awesome. A great write indeed. Keep up the great work & take care!

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  • 19 years ago

    by Natalie84

    Excellent poem....as usual!! Keep it up!

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  • 19 years ago

    by Saravana Kumar S

    Wow...this poem was amazing..i really mean it..i have never read anything that before...So deep and thought provoking...u did a wonderful job by writing this one...take care and keep writing...definitely FIVE in every sense...

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