Dead on arrival

by мσяιтυяαм   Dec 7, 2005


Her eyes were watery as she gasped for air
she'd only just arrived, it wasn't fair
her pinkish skin turned to blue
no one could save her, there was nothing they could do
i suppose it is to be expected of a baby so premature
she was seriously undeveloped, there was no cure
the air in her lungs seemed to be escaping from a hole
but air was not the only thing escaping- so was her soul
this poor little creature just fighting to live
but the gift of life no one could give
they watched as she went limp, her body so small
this would be a day remembered by all
her twig-like fingers curled into the palm of her hand
her time was up, the hour-glass had run out of sand
her bloodshot eyes rolled into the back of her head
there she lay so innocently upon her deathbed

all rights reserved, © Laurène Ferguson 2005

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jin

    Very good job..... gave me goosebumps..... keep up the good work! lots of snaps w/ 3 thumbs up..hehehe

  • 18 years ago

    by never_quite_me

    Aww, this is so moving. really sad, but wonderfully written:)xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by mookoo

    ^^awesome-ful poem!!

  • 18 years ago

    by lee

    Aww, that is actually really sad. but its a really good poem. 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Melissa

    Wow, this is so sad, but written beautifully! Great write!

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