Before A Breath Can Be Taken (one must be let out)
Dec 16th, 2009 | By R Jay Slais | Category: Poetry | 169 viewsOne week after she got pregnant,
she wishes for the abortion
her Catholic upbringing would not allow.
She passes the clinic every day
on her way to the liquor store.
She could not stop.
Guns fire bullets, cigarettes smoke,
lies beget lies, the sky sometimes falls:
each day breaks with a silent regret.
Peaceful dreams are shattered
in the night by the reality of life.
The nightmares will not stop.
At nine months to the day,
his time has come to enter;
the anticipation of one’s birthday.
Entering the dark tunnel,
there is no turning back
at the end, a bright light.
The sickly cord wrapped
around his neck, heart rate slows,
then stops. The only thing to do
is hold your breath.
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About R Jay Slais: Some of R Jay Slais’ recent publications include poems at Barnwood, MiPOesias, Oranges & Sardines, The Pedestal Magazine , The Rose & Thorn, and Twisted Tongue. A single father raising his two teenagers, he fell in love with poetry and himself on the same day. He writes from his home in Romeo Michigan while working as an engineer/inventor for a Metro Detroit automotive industry supplier. |
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This is a very intense poem . . .