Maya,
My sweet maya.
The betrayal you've engrained into my heart pains me day after day,
Plaguing my mind with the horrendous thoughts of you with another man.
Words cannot express the love I felt for you,
Neither can they express the pain I feel in what is left of my heart.
I gave my life for you,
I gave my all for you,
I gave my heart to you,
And I gave you the child I thought was mine.
The anger I feel at this moment is deafening,
Burning slowly at my heart,
And eating at my soul.
The love I felt for you is dead.
Buried behind the feelings of hate and resentment towards the man I thought I knew.
The man I knew my whole life,
Cared and adored for,
Is the father of that child.
That beautiful child I thought was mine.
The child I cried for,
The child I tucked into bed at night,
And the child I loved.
But that child I have now come to know,
Is no child of mine.
YOU ARE READING
No Child of Mine
PoesíaA poem about a man writing to his wife, attempting to come to terms with funding that his son isn't his own.
