The unborn child

shadows of past hauntings
pools too deep to fathom
bones too brittle
eyes too tired
mouths left gaping
breaths left gasping
grasping for letters
falling like droplets
filled with unknown
tears of the lost
treasures long hidden
inside someone else' chambers
lit by a single candle
of hope
and I don't know why
and I don't know how
it just flows through
like the gift
of an unborn child

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