The Pain of Abortion
Everyday I try to forget
But the pain like the moon comes back every night.
His eyes gleam in my dreams like the stars in the sky.
I was young, I was foolish, I wanted desires
My anguish is deep like the depths of the ocean.
Grief runs from my grasp and taunts my emotions.
Conscience hacks at my heart and it tares me apart
As my son turns in a fire like a pig getting roasted.
He reaches for help but before I can save him
I get stopped in my tracks by a dark evil clench.
Breaking free from my dream I come back to reality
Only to realize I live in a nightmare.