Untitled | Nina M.
I move slowly to the edge
Crying for my life not to end
I can’t take it, it must be done
Evil has taken me, and has won
I threw myself over and said
I hope now, the child gets fed
Without me there you can live
With a roof and an okay bed
I looked back when Anna was born
She looked wrinkly and torn
My wife had died that night
What was I supposed to do with this life
Anna would cry, I would turn away
Knowing eventually it would stop the next day
Every night I cried
Knowing my wife had died
I stopped moving, we moved away
I really regret that awful day
Anna’s eyes looked like her mother’s
Her smile was the biggest and brightest ever
I know she loves me, I know she cares
That is why she is still here
Oh God, what did I do?
I can’t leave you
I love you! I love you Anna!
I love y…
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