Torn From My Arms

A poem about losing something really important to you as a result of someone taking it from you.

Have you heard of that story

That story which everyone knows

Of a man that killed a child

After stealing it from the mother's arms

The mother begged and begged

But the man disagreed

For the man believed himself to be right

And the man had set his mind

The mother felt an icy glacier in her heart

As her child was ripped from her arms

But the man believed he was right

And he wouldn't let the mother put up a fight

The man told the mother she should have killed her child herself

For the child was great evil that deserved death

But how could the mother listen to this man

This man who cared not of how much she loved her child

Her child, her child

Her baby, her child

The one she raised

Her child, her child

Her poor child

Where is her child?

Her child is dead

She could never forgive this man

This man who killed her child

But where is her child?

Her child is dead

But then the man returns

He returns with an apology

A goldfish in a jar

Is his apology

But he's not sorry for killing her child

No not at all

He's sorry for not letting her kill her own child

But here's a goldfish, to ease her pain

Here's a goldfish, to keep her sane

But she does not want a goldfish

She wants her child back

But her child is gone

Her child is dead

She could never forgive this man

This man who murdered her child

The child  she raised

The child  she loved

The child which is gone

She could never forgive this man

Whom killed her child

Her child is dead

He killed her child

Author's Note

yeah...a poem about the feeling of loss. Repetition to show how recurring and bothersome the feeling is.

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