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Birthed Of Sin
A mother's fading wish, to birth her child through love yet, life dictates another plan; the insemination of an innocent dove. Born from his father's sin, he is a child of rape and molestation, evil twisted, the genesis of hate.
Still he is loved, mother's milk comforts the growing child, while father's member forces embraced nightmares. Warmed by drippings of sweat on my brow, sensations not natural; what is this feeling?
Self begins to subside, giving in to these emotions, let to the background, anger rise; finding now, pleasure in pain.'
Thus begins the end of all that you are, all you could have been. He stole it upon your birth and enslaved the pure soul of mother. She rots in his disgrace and dies with love for her son, strong.
To you, I am a mistake birthed of sin.
Still he is loved, mother's milk comforts the growing child, while father's member forces embraced nightmares. Warmed by drippings of sweat on my brow, sensations not natural; what is this feeling?
Self begins to subside, giving in to these emotions, let to the background, anger rise; finding now, pleasure in pain.'
Thus begins the end of all that you are, all you could have been. He stole it upon your birth and enslaved the pure soul of mother. She rots in his disgrace and dies with love for her son, strong.
To you, I am a mistake birthed of sin.
Published 4th Jun 2016
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Anonymous
14th Jun 2016 11:24pm
The depth and intensity of this poem tells a gut wrenching story. I've never read anything so brutally revealing. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
16th Jun 2016 10:01am
