I'm Sorry It's Gone...

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    I'm Sorry It's Gone...

    Crumpled in bed all alone
    Tears stream down her face
    Ripped apart from the inside
    And can't escape this horrible place

    She can't take her hand away
    From her painfully now empty tummy
    She laughs at the sickening irony
    But, truly, nothing is funny

    No one knows, she can't bear to share
    The terrible fate, the terrible news
    Now it's too late to fix everything
    The lost love is an ugly bruise

    A relationship lost, a love failed
    He refused to stay and kept walking out
    She had no clue she was with his child
    But about loving him she had no doubt

    "I'm sorry it's gone" said the doctor sadly
    Emotions ran quick sitting on the table
    All alone, in shock, in horror
    No matter the pain she had to stay stable

    She thought back to him
    And what he would think
    Why in the hell did he leave?!?!
    Tears grew thick the more she would drink

    Mad at herself, mad at God
    Why take her beautiful baby?
    Gone before she knew what she had
    All in some great plan?....Maybe

    She wasn't good enough for him to keep
    But she tried with all her might
    But no matter what she said or did
    It always seemed to start a fight

    How does she tell him the terrible news
    Or maybe she shouldn't at all
    The he was going to be a Daddy
    And we would've had it all

    She never planned for such an event
    But her love for him was deep and strong
    She would've loved to give him a son
    But I guess she was dreaming wrong

    She gathered herself off the hospital table
    In shock as she changed out of the gown
    It didn't hit her til on the way home
    And then it went nowhere but down

    The crying began, heaving and sobbing
    She could barely hang on to the keys
    She opened the door and took a few steps
    It hit her hard and she dropped to her knees

    "Oh God, why, through all my life,
    I've dealt with the blows that you handed me.
    But why this, why now, why me
    Why take my precious baby away from me?"

    It wouldn't have worked he said, we are too very different
    They couldn't see eye to eye to save them
    Little did they know they created a life
    But it was too late she was scared of him

    For days on end her only thought
    Is of that precious baby lost
    She's ripped in painful emotion
    Her life, her husband, her baby, the cost

    She lays in bed all alone
    Tears stream down her face
    She gently touches her empty belly
    Trying to escape this lonely place

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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