Unholy Fate
By Hayden Coombs
In my soul deep, where sorrow’s tendrils creep,
A fleeting heartbeat leaves me in despair,
An innocent child, forever asleep,
A cruel reminder that life’s not fair.
Within the womb, a universe took form,
While our family tree began to bloom,
Unholy fate made misery the norm,
And left me stranded in an endless gloom.
No rhyme or reason can this loss explain,
No solace found in nature’s cold embrace,
In emptiness, I’m left to bear the pain,
An unfillable void, this empty space.
Optimistic dreams, now lie torn apart,
In this abyss, I grieve with shattered heart.
I wrote this poem in the form of a classic Shakespearean sonnet (10 syllables, ABAB/CDCD/EFEF/GG) about the loss of our first baby back in 2012. At this time, I was taking a poetry class and reading a lot of Kierkegaard and Camus.
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