Stolen before he opened his eyes
Taken before a gentle hello
Broken before life graced his lips
Gone before his mother’s goodbye
She was begging for years
Wishing and praying
She heard God worked miracles
Hoping for a child
Wishing for her own blood
Virgin Mary had it easy
Yet Elizabeth was just a supporting role
When she was growing
She was glowing
She had never felt such complete joy
But now she stands with blood in her hands
Wishing for a miracle
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Drapetomania: A Book of Poems
ŞiirDrapetomania- the overwhelming urge to run away. Hello, welcome to my book of poems. This is an entry for The Atty's and I hope you enjoy it.
