Pain
I am alone in this room full of gloom.
Lifting my head, I hear the sounds of doom.
Death comes to me, He comes; His shadow looms.
He wants from me, the baby in my womb.
In tears, I pray for him to leave the room.
He laughs, then takes the baby from my womb.
Triumphantly, He moves out of the room.
My tears, which flow, now flow into the broom.
By chance, I sense your presence in a zoom.
I sit and wait till you enter the room.
You bring with you a rose that’s in full bloom.
You come to me and kiss my cheek, my groom.
The pain of loss, it is to me, the Doom.
Love me, you must! Bring me out of this gloom.
Lionel L
(07 Jan 1997)
