The Peternal parted prior the proof of pregnancy, the tears of heaven gave birth to emergencies.
On the highway way of pain lonely and melancholy on coming traffic was a thunder stream. tradegy waiting impatiently like an honest thieve.
Her feet heavy, a womb of twins is what she carried. The clouds washing sins from the tarmac her screams unheard, she gave birth in silence.
Two healthy beautiful boys, baptised by the rain. The pain she borne was no more, propelling the boys over the bridge. The umbilical cords around their vocal cords. Death was born and LIFE was lost
Not my usual write I think this is the darkest poem I've ever written