The Unborn, Reborn child.
Still I bleed, needlessly
For all that could have been
But never will be
This blood
To bleed or not to bleed
The gift of life
To bleed no more
What was meant to be
May never have been
Meant to be
Was it meant to be?
Undone before it began
A life taken or a death prefented
A cycle with an ending
A father without a daughter
A father without a son
A childless marriage
A life without meaning?
It doesn't matter
For all I know
It ends with me
Everything ends with me.









