The Bar, Part Four

by Jenni Marie   Jan 19, 2007


Three weeks later
I'm sat silently alone
I'm in yet another clinic
Just wanting to go home.

A doctor leads me to the operating room
And I slowly lie down on the bed
Is this really happening to me?
This pain is tearing up my head.

I close my eyes very tightly
What's about to happen I don't want to see
I wish this heartbreaking pain would go away
And finally set me free!

Hours later I leave the clinic
So very tired and weak
I'm not even home yet
And already tears burn my cheeks.

I climb into bed wondering if that was really me
who did something so drastic and wild
Not only has my life as I once knew it finished
But also that of an unborn child.

Now I'm left asking one question...
How can all of this pain have come from leaving a drink unattended?

**Not Happy With This One Either, Probably Edit This Too Soon.**

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    This is soo sad.. she had to go through all of that then the pain of aborting a fetus. I loved how you showed the struggles that she went through as opposed to just sticking to what was happening to her. Way to go. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Leanne

    Well done on these i know i wouldn't have been able to do them.
    I don't think it needs editing i like it the way it is!!

  • 17 years ago

    by The Queen of Spades

    Don't edit this! I think this is excellent, the only thing I'd suggest is not using some phrases consistently, I know because I do it too. For instance, I know you've used "tears burn my cheeks" previously. But once again, this poem has a strong message. Good work!

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