Her maternal love was wasted. <br />No-one hears her when she cries <br />through the night for her lost babies, <br />and a life so full of lies. <br /> <br />They assume it doesn't matter, <br />and don't care much anyway. <br />Her landscape desolate, barren, bleak - <br />still, she endures each pointless day. <br /> <br />She clung to hope, but was deluded - <br />and yet, had so much love to give. <br />One final haemorrhage seals the deal: <br />bittersweet release - no reason left for her to live.<br /><br />Paula M. Puddephatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-wasted-2/
