Thursday, July 11, 2013

July 11th

It's that fateful day again.
I am lost, simply spent.
Drenched in despair,
Soaked in sadness,
My womb, literally,
Bleeds and bleeds
Its inside out.
To hell with
"No right
To mourn your fourth (that never quite was)
In a crowded world."
My world is half-empty
Even though
Only one corner
Of a tantalizing hexad
Was snatched.