She seeks life, old and new,
among the gravestones at night,
a child, he grew within a child herself,
and the belly reeled under its new burden
She lookes, seeking the stone,
the new is dead,
and the old is strong,
she comes there at night,
seeking shelter from her dark deeds,
she looks up aisle after aisle,
seeking and not finding,
going after and not getting,
or getting without commitment,
and thus kills it for fear of herself
It started so long ago
with what she thought was a
man of honourable intentions
He leaves her to the fate,
the fate he created for her,
but she had a hand in its making,
be not fooled, it took them both
The stone, she does not find,
for who would give a grave,
to one who is not worthy of living?
Or so deemed by the society,
what hell we live in ....
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