Is insanity a distraction? <br />For the smothered rage I feel, <br />Pointed at you, <br />Who ripped that child born, <br />My flesh and my blood, <br />You stole that boy from me, <br />From my labour tired arms. <br />And then, to mask your saturated guilt, <br />You deem me openly crazy, <br />And for what, speaking the truth? <br />In this place of god and glory, <br />A gaol of fear and shun, <br />It’s a cell without walls and or doors, <br />Pity me not! You know your own vacant soul. <br />Trenched with bitterness, <br />Dripping with temptation, <br />You’re a liar to the bone! <br />So don’t deny the known truth, <br />Being so clear as sun, <br />Bound me to this godly institution, <br />I want to see my son…<br /><br />Melissa Coventry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-s-stolen-baby/
