Bastard Womb

A void is space's only sound
And blackness falls asunder light
Conception lays path no more
And travels with no delight

Death seeks where no life exist
And shadows creep upon it's walls
Of fragments still left behind
When the reaper made his call

A blank stare into the faceless child
And singing with no voice
A haunting sound not to be heard
A nightmare spawned by choice

Of giving life she can do no more
She is left with this vast tomb
No matter her guilt or remorse
She hears the silent cry from the bastard womb~

Copyright� 2000 Melanie Dovak~

To: Poetry by Chris B.