My words always spill out, when I least expect them to. I haven't written a 'poem' in a long time, and wasn't sure if I still could, and then tonight, these came tumbling out. Hope you like them...
New Year's Baby
The night is dark
Shadows beckon forth the wind
Ghostly whispers reach my window
as I try to sleep with my head beneath the pillow
Whipering winds carry forth a noise
a small cry, hoarse yet faint
I lift my head to try and listen
Is that real or just a dream?
Sounds so far away
Almost surreal, unreal
Late at night, with the moon behind the clouds
No one should be about...
I hear it again
So I wake up to check it out
I wrap myself in a shawl
and head out of the door
Into the trees, I walk
Their faint whisperings, my companions
I follow the trail of the cry, deep into the woods
Past the moonlit path into the jumble of shrubs
Thrown carelessly behind a bin
at the edge of my property
I find a bundle, whimpering
A baby wrapped in bloodied clothing
A new born discarded like old rags
His lips turning blue
I rush back to my house
Bundling him in my shawl
I walk through my door
Rushing to my phone to call for an ambulance
As I call, I look up at the clock
Midnight chimes ring, Happy New Year everyone...
By,
Angela Archana Vincent
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