Why did l have an Abortion

She sits alone no smile on her face..
Tearmarks all over her eyes she feels disgraced..
Each and every day she gets depressed..
She grows weak day by day,  holds her tummy to feel a soul that's nolonger inside..
she cries until she can't cry no more and asks herself why?

Why did I have an abortion?...

A sentiment in her mind is in constant motion..
She can't bring herself to sleep the images are still fresh in her conscience..
Weeks turn to months but still she's torn apart..
She can't bring herself to order No signs of a fresh start..
She's ashamed of her acts..
Each day I see it in her eyes..
The question on her mind still remains Why?

Why did I have an abortion...

'I wish I listened to you' a constant chorus in our every conversation..
She's weary of herself and any man's attention..
She breaks down and cry at the sight of a mother and child..
It's evident that she doesn't want to spend one more day in this world..
So she cries so much but still she doesn't heal..
and the question in her mind will forever remain why?

Why Did I Have An Abortion..

Love was not enough

Just when I thought I had given her my all..
Just when you thought this time she'd catch me when I fall..

Love was not enough to save us..

Just when I thought you'd change because I had you forgiven..
Just when I thought the scars would nolonger show on my skin..

Love was not enough to save us...

Just when I thought I had escaped my worst fear..
Just when I thought It would now be clear..

Love was not enough to save us...

Just when I thought I had escaped this madness..
Just when I thought I found my happiness..

Love was not enough to save us...

Just when I thought love was in the air..
Just when I thought you will forever be my dear..

Love was not enough to save us.....

Why Death in death we Cry

A new day dawns silent but clear..

In my arms tight lies my ailing dear..

It's clear in my heart that she is the reason I cheer..

But there is fear from the start that losing her is near...

The sun dies down and it's clear no more..
The gods shade tears for another soul gone cold...
Why? I ask did she really have to go? Another tear is shade, I will see you no more...

Noon it is on a bright sunny day..

Birds Sing of the spring, who knew its may..

Father and son, on the spring they play..

Who knew a life would end this way..

Son don't go, as a father Would say..

End times are here, a life to slay..

The sun dies down and it's clear no more..
The gods shade tears for another soul gone cold..
Why? I ask did he really have to go? Another tear is shade, I will see you no more...

Countless times you've been away..
The heavens blessing scented in the rain..
A bright dawn turns gloomy on sight..
It's clear as light that the dead do cry..
Why? did they really have to die?
Why is it that the dead also cry?

Dear Diary

Dear diary, today I met this cute girl down by the pier..
Really magical how she guzzled the beer...

Dear diary, I don't Love her no more..
I wish I knew she was just a garden hoe...

Dear diary..
would you quit this  already..
It's time for bed but am still going steady...

See, i'm saddened by the fact that I sit here scribbling my nonsense on this poor piece of paper, like this old tree didn't have anythin better to do..

The pen's bleeding on this clear white sheet but still it's not enough for me to stop this..

See I don't really get the point of keeping a diary, if you can't remember, good for you or rather hire me..

It's such a drag what people write.. They'd stab you in the back with just ink and light..

Diary this, diary that.. If you can't handle it, go get run over by a bus..

But lemme not keep this for a while.. The best thing to do is just throw up a smile.. Coz sooner or later you will slip, and your worst enemy will find your book for keep..

Dear diary, am hungry.. The dog ate my homework or was it just me...  

Are mom's supposed to be sick

I remember as a child she used to tuck me in bed right before kissing me goodnight.
She told stories from far and wide, beautiful and sad, and funny enough I don't remember how they ended because I always fell asleep.

Whenever I had a bad dream she would as well be right there, as if she sensed it amidst her sleep.

She would be right there early morning to wake me up, dress me up and get me ready for school.

And when l got ill she would nurse me back to health, a quick fix she would say, and soon I am well.

But today mommy does not wake up, she still lays in bed. She say's she is cold but with sweat on her face.

Mum needs me to nurse back to health and I don't know what to do.

Do mom's get sick too?
Is this true?

I sit and wonder, are mom's supposed to be sick?