Poem -
Worse Than Death
How could this be? I did everything right
I did as instructed, exactly as told
Yet now, tears blur my sight
As I hold him, dead and cold
I chose a name and painted a room
My husband said he'd teach him sports
I never expected the darkest loom
The darkness that truly hurts
My tears fall down his ice cold face
As if he were the one crying
Though my child is in another place
It's as I were dying
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Comments
Fantastic write King (Alexis).........I don't know how you were able to do this from will.........but, it most surely a sign of a budding creativity that will not be denied.........love the aggressiveness in taking on the subject matter..........well done guitar lady...........smiles.......TÂ xx
Lol thank you.
Thank you and I am truly sorry for the loss of your child. I find it somewhat of an advantage to have a diverse mind set of writing. It helps you reach out to a broader audience and connect with them and, to me, that is better than ever publishing a single novel or producing an album. It's the connections and the experiences I get to have with my audience and at a young age as well :)
Amazing that you wrote through someone else s eyes. well written....
Bahar
Thank you :)