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this hospice in my body i call a womb

by Nanette Bellman

every month is a constant reminder,

just how much you hate me.

i often wonder where you went wrong.

i get it now though -

you were broke when i got you.

 

i've carried you all these years.

why do you do this to me?

you have taken control of me,

and not just physically.

you're reaping my soul,

killing me dead like you already are.

and that's fine.

 

when the time is right,

just leave "it" alone.

 

and in the right time

"it" hasn't come for you.

it's not yours to take.

 

even though, when it does come,

it'll mean the end for you.

 

10/26/2007

Posted on 10/26/2007
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/27/07 at 04:30 AM

Short, simple, but absolutely brutal. What's not to love?

Posted by David Garner on 01/07/08 at 08:12 PM

Powerful images. I love "you were broke when i got you." Superb.

Posted by Mo Couts on 06/24/11 at 04:35 AM

Brutal. Painful. But, beautiful. *HUGS*

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