Grief of the silent drum

I’m glad you knew only the embrace of the womb, Forgive my mercy that became your tomb. I remember pleading for you to finally leave, In the same ragged breath that begged you to breathe. The very same hands that let you go Feeling you slipping through the bloody hold You tore out of me and left the bed red, Lost in a sea of the words you've never heard. I don’t know if "After" is a place where we went; I only remember waking to clean, empty hands. The moment I knew you were past of your due, And hope was a ghost that refused to take cue. I gave you up, unceremoniously alone, To a porcelain bowl without a headstone to own. I still have a marks deep in my skin Weeping tune my heart sung to you safely within I've still can almost hear the beats of the fragile drum My little heart that have never to come On this wretched, rotten land, you left me no trace, No embrace of a child, no memory of a face. Just the scars on a soul that forever will ache; A cruel, quiet crime that I couldn't unmake. And I hate your father for "willing me be fine," Pretending the wreckage is somehow divine. I don't see the plan or the "grand, holy scheme," While I’m breaking inside, losing hopes to bad dream. I loved you dearly before I could hold you, I’m sorry for everything I never told you. My womb is a vicious and treacherous thing, That blights or destroys every life it might bring. They say "you’ll have others," as if that’s a cure, But the spite and the hatred are all I feel sure. I can’t make excuses for defects and fate, For breaking a child at the very first gate. I can't excuse the dismissal from your father's hand, I can't forgive my body's betrayal grand. To try meet you again I'll stubbornly refuse— Terror deep in my bones binds the tight noose. Forever scarred, fearing for hearts I will yet lose Lyrics And Arrangements Copyright© 2026 Bigb_oobie All Right Reserved