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‘You weren’t meant to be Born!’

Sirens circle the thin air in
this early wintry long days –
and a sound comes screeching,
halting in the mind:
‘You weren’t meant to be born! ‘
He says with firmness.
‘What? ‘ I ask.
‘It was a mistake! ‘
And the darkness crawls in unnoticeable…

…tears of rage want to roll out – but
crying i do quietly, dry.
The pain tearing away:
at this thin heart of mine.
The smirk and the voice is heard:
‘You weren’t meant to be born! ‘
taunting away through
pens of circles in the thin air.
Screeching sounds heard everywhere?
But where?
The screeching sounds are only
but in the mind of darkness;
as a slumber rolls in with
sleep the only escape:
to a fantasy world.

A world where love, happiness, kindness
exists. A world where there is
no: fear or anger.
The snow melts, fades away with time-
yet the pain in my heart
thickens with time.

‘You weren’t meant to be born! ‘
echoes through my head of emptiness.
The taunting exceeds timeless
days of anger.

And all along the days continue:
Sleep comes in fits;
and slowly his face reappears
above the water hurling cold water
taunting me back into:
the darkness of the night.

‘You weren’t meant to be born! ‘
The door closes, leaves a scar
behind and with that the noise
is blocked in my fantasy world.

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