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I will never recover,
never believe again
in saints and sinners,
God is a joke, a myth
for losers to cling to.
She had fought hard to live
small and fragile
yet so strong in her will to live,
I curse your God.
In the incubator
her laboured breathing ceased,
it's better this way
the Doctors told me,
I curse them
I curse your God.
Anna died at midnight
six hours old,
my daughter.
<Deleted User> (6582)
Wed 9th Sep 2009 12:10
the second stanza is so beautiful
This is very powerful, very strong. If it is fiction, it is a fantastic interpretation of the anguish caused by the loss of a child. I find it very interesting that you use a capital letter for the name of God, an athiest, agnostic or general non believer would usually use a small 'g' so this tells me that, although the speaker will "never believe again", they still have some belief in a higher power.
Is this from a mother's perspective? Or a Father's, either way, I think it is excellent!
Lydia
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<Deleted User> (6484)
Wed 9th Sep 2009 12:35
Bucket, Lydia thank you both for your comments.
Lydia it is purely fiction, the Fathers voice but could easily be the Mothers.
Brought up RC Lydia, something always remains.
Bernie