Embryo, developed, born.
Light reached eyes now open,
At force from comfort torn.
Not long my sense adjusting.
Cot, cradled now a grave.
Hopeless despair seeps through,
Only a helpless babe.
Living now such burden,
Yearning deaths deep gaze.
Β©Emma Cumpson 2013
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