September 09, 2009


When the water burst a new child was born.
hammered by love and regret.
days with love are counted not by minutes but by time.
when time stop but the minutes still continue without remorse.
I was born on this day for I was the only child that fell on the floor.
my brains shattered with regret and wanted to know what is love all about.
years drew constant barrage of loneliness for the woman who bare the pain was never there to catch the placenta before it fell on the floor.

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