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Loss

(Written for the "Word Association" Comp)

There is an infestation of cockroaches breeding in my mind
Gestating a new generation of insanity among the layers of hurt
And erratic emotions that come with the baby dreams
Of what was lost as it grew; loved in the warmth of a womb
Now a tomb, an unwanted bleeding monument
To the loss of life, hope; of a chance at motherhood

A rifle cocked, a trigger pulled, a rush of blood and agony
Where are the boys? Where are my boys? What went wrong?
When will we go hunting my love, when will we find an answer?
To justify death, the hollow void within me that could not carry on
And so extinguished the light, plunging my world, our world into darkness

My heart is empty though it beats its rhythmic pulse at my wrists
That I know my soul wont bleed out of should I take to the sharps
And chase my boys into the long cold sleep of forever
Where Id rather be, than here, alive, without them to love.

Indie Adams 2012

Words: infestation >> gestating >> baby >> womb >> tomb >> life >> rifle >> boys >> hunting >> death >> darkness >> empty >> soul >> cold >> alive
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 19th May 2012
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