The Unborn's Plea

I lay in a sack, wet cold and alone

My eyes are heavy from the pressure of the sea I lay in

My ears pick up sounds, whispers and words not my own

Sounds of laughter, sometimes tears that get me thinking

Get me imagining, dreaming and wanting more than this hole

This hole that has been home for two weeks and some days

But soon, in nine months I shall be discovered and discover

The world outside this hole that seems to please and amaze

I've been here, three weeks now and counting

But the person above me seems troubled, alone and sad

I hear sobs, sniffs sometimes wailing

Trepidation embraces me, I know this feeling I've never had

I feel love, warmth from a hand placed on my wall

I also feel sadness and indecision, but mostly regret in all

As she takes a deep breath that feels like a wind on my skin

Taking the only road she believes is right though a sin

I knew the sure eventuality of her decision

I knew my dreams of seeing the world outside this hole was a never

As I felt the cold steel pierce into my heart with precision

My pleas and cries were the words of a mute silenced forever

Mom I will never utter, Dad I will never see

Laughter I shall never make, a person I shall never be

For an idea I have become, flushed away and spat upon

My identity for eternity will be that of the unborn.