 |
| LAST CRY! |
| WHAT ARE THE SCREAMS AND YELLING I HEAR? I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON AROUND HERE. WHERE IS MY MUM I JUST NEED HER ARMS I NEED HER TO FEEL THE CALM. I CRY I'M SCARED MUM WHERE ARE YOU? WHO'S ROUGH HANDS DO I FEEL? HELP! HELP! I SCREAM FOR YOU IS THIS A DREAM OR FOR REAL? THE WATER IS SO COLD MY BREATH I CAN'T HOLD. WHO'S FACE IS THIS CLOUDED BY WATER? IT'S THE KILLER THE KILLER OF YOUR DAUGHTER. Copyright (C) Lovingangel4u |
| I wrote this poem after hearing on the news a burglar broken into a home tied up the mother and drowned the baby. As the story unfolded days later it was the mother who actually drowned her own child after suffering from postnatal depression. |