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J B Moore
Poems
Dec 2015
My Birthright
It seems like time
Will forever last
In this near perfect world,
Where I have no past.
I never hunger,
I never thirst,
I never wonder
What comes first.
I am not standing
Nor do I sit.
Maybe I'm floating,
Yes, perhaps that's it.
It seems like time
Will forever last
In this near perfect world
I've naught more to ask
It's warm here,
And my room is small
Every time I stretch
I bump into the wall
There's a soft glow
There's a warm light
I hear a small drum beat
Saying everything's all right.
The room it shrinks
Either that or I grow,
Time starts to reveal
What I don't know.
It seems like time
Will not forever last
In this near perfect world
The end is coming fast
Suddenly there is a change
And I'm feeling very strange
I think there's a type of claw
I can only stare in awe.
It grabs my arm, I feel the pain
My bones sound a crack like a horses reign
I cry out in silence,
Can anyone hear
?
Slowly I slip away into the abyss of fear.
I can't bear it as the pain carries on
Why in the world is this allowed by my mom?
What did I do? Why doesn't she fight?
I guess it's too late to know
Why ****** has become my birthright.
1/4/13 12:21 am
Life is a beautiful thing, to destroy one before it even begins... I can't think of something more appalling than that.
#life
#death
#abortion
#birth
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J B Moore
24/M/New England
(24/M/New England)
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