p   o   e   m.

 

with your soul in my left hand

   tears run down my face

erasing  my  will to survive

                         through a time

    where nothing seems right

H   A   T  E   fed to the children

in the womb of     M O T H E R S  

         blind to the light

that

   holds her family together

…. continuing to cling on

to your soul

    my left hand cramps