Monday, October 24, 2016

DIRTY TRAIL OF TEARS by Linda Barnett-Johnson



Misery fills her eyes,
Leaving the doctors office.
Tears make a dirty trail,
Through thick make-up.

Blocked Tubes
Endometriosis
Infertile

Overwhelming pain,
She screams injustice,
Massages her barren tummy,
Questioning - Why?

Hollow
Painful
Worried

Will her husband love her?
Will he seek another?
For children to fill the
Quiet house with laughter?

Unfulfilled
Disappointed
Worthless

She packs away the clothes,
Her babies would have worn.
Caressing each lovingly,
Tears stain each one.

Heartache
Grief
Anger

Empty words
Empty feelings
Empty arms

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