Paula M. Puddephatt - Love Wasted

Her maternal love was wasted.
No-one hears her when she cries
through the night for her lost babies,
and a life so full of lies.

They assume it doesn't matter,
and don't care much anyway.
Her landscape desolate, barren, bleak -
still, she endures each pointless day.

She clung to hope, but was deluded -
and yet, had so much love to give.
One final haemorrhage seals the deal:
bittersweet release - no reason left for her to live.

Paula M. Puddephatt

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