Here I am, an unborn baby.
You’re the one that’s gone and made me.
I’ve been curled up in your dark womb,
And now you take me, throw me in a tomb.
What could I have been?
Would you have loved me then?
What is it that I’ve done?
Was I your daughter or your son?
Now you’ll never know.
True love, you can never show.
You are a murderer now.
Don’t ask. You should know how.
I was so innocent and young.
Yet no cries given a chance to escape my lungs.
My life so wrongfully taken.
How can you stand to awaken
Each and every day,
Knowing that I died this way?
I hope you live in pain with this sin.
Don’t you ever dare do it again.
Take this guilt deep into your heart,
And hold it until it’s your turn to part.
Written by: Stevi Balsamo
Back to Poems
