I WISH I WAS ABORTED
Chained and cuffed by shackles
of life
With no solace or peace.
Dark as night,my world was
dark
Stars so dull and depressing
Engulfed by sequential
thoughts of life
Zooming into my memory
I am ravished and taken
through torture
When i was a clot of congealed
blood
Why didnt you flush me into a
bloodbath
Turning your womb into my
tomb
Rescuing me from tatters of
shame and rejection
For i resemble a failure of
conception
A waste of procreation.
You died a horrific death giving
birth to insanity
An alien to humanity
A dark soul reciprocating in
sorrow
Brutal was your last kick
In the cold and blunt maternity
room
Why let an embecile, moron a
barbaric figure live
Saddening is your last breath
for
My eyes were open to glance
this perilous world
I am named by a stranger since
you left me nameless
Death pivoted your last breath
before your last touch on my
skin
I am the bad omen
Rebuked and casted in the lake
of fire
I am the product of incest
A crawling shame to the family
I am a bastard
A child born in error between a
brother and sister
A product of a burst condom in
a rough sex
I am a prostitute
An exhibition of diseases Aids,
Cancer,name it.
A ghost to my family and
friends
Yet visible and audible
Just because I'm a grotesque
illegitimate son
I don't deserve life
I wish I was aborted...
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