Still born love concieved through fear, <br />Never alive, Never dead, Never fair. <br />Ripe blessings fall like tears, <br />Nothing to do but stare. <br /> <br />Escape from the impossible, <br />The unstinted dread. <br />An aching feeling, <br />A hunger which can't be fed. <br /> <br />Candid dreams of what was said, <br />A numbing pain, laid out on the floor. <br />You yearn to be dead, <br />Searching desperately for an open door. <br />You get the feeling you've been here before.<br /><br />Aaron Priestly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-born-love/
