Abortion

Abortion

A Poem by Solitaire-P0ette

Years ago, I decided to lie in the bed with temptation

 Just one night

I know its wrong…but…it felt so right

 

And it penetrated inside, stretching my walls of sanity…

planting its seed of stupidity…

And as the time goes….

just as easy as these words flow….

A baby grows….

But not a fetus located in the womb….

It’s the baby that helps understand the difference between the sun and the moon….

 

But that one nightstand turned into a lurking habit that I just couldn’t kick…

So instead of feeding my baby a meal of knowledge and a dose of self-confidence….

I chose to feed my baby denial and ignorance.

 

I wanted to hang with Mary Jane

Just one hit

Her side-kick

151; but just a sip

Eventually leading to my planned but unplanned abortion….

Abortion…termination of an unborn child

 

But this was not a child that would make my belly swell

And bring 9months of hell….

But it’s a baby that is located above my neck

The baby that I neglected let…

Temptation’s seed to grow

 

So I tried everyday to reach that unreachable high

Then at night I would cry

Wondering why

Am I killing my baby…as it grows inside

What the hell am I trying to prove….better yet…trying to hide?

 

Then I cover the tears with a smile…and block it out again

flirt with sin

But I’ll never win

 

So I speak the silent words that cry S.O.S

Help me please…. my baby is in distress

I reach out for a gripless hand…

But end up falling in the shadows of the land

 

Through opaque eyes…I watch my mistakes

and my body awakes…

But I see my reflection staring right through me…

Then I realized…that I could never really see.

My abortion took away more than just my baby

With realization, another child is conceived

 

So feed your baby, but not as I fed my first

Change it up and break the curse,

Cuz sin has slept with too many before

And most are too ignorant to close their door

 

For those of you who don’t quite follow my rhyme…

Let me save you some time.

The baby I speak of…

My baby…. is my mind

 

© 2012 Solitaire-P0ette


Author's Note

Solitaire-P0ette
This is the extended version. One of my best poems I feel. I'm actally proud of this one. Tell me what you think.

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I like this A LOT...in fact, it's phenomenal in that at first it has one confused - is it an actual baby or not? And then one slowly realizes its not...wonderful exploration of sin and human nature - is it human nature to sin or is human nature intrinsically good- the question of the ages...awesome metaphor of the baby being the mind - that's extrememly original...at least..I wouldn't have thought of it :)
Extremely well done :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


incredible~ completely lost in the eddies of emotions~ speechless~ the last stanza opens these eyes of my mind~ and I back it up~ up to the top to dive again every line~
you should be proud~ very proud of this absolutely unique creation ~

Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

oh man.. so much goodness.. love everything about it.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Solitaire-P0ette

Kansas City, KS



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I'm a young girl who loves to write. Writing is my outlet. When i feel that no one will listen and i'm overwhelmed, my emotion comes out through my poetry. Writing is my passion, and no one can EVER t.. more..

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