Not another second...

Not a second
Goes by
That we don't
Internally scream
And cry, and wish, and wonder why
Why we haven't been given the gift
Of a tiny heartbeat
To know, to cherish, to someday hold
We have had, and lost, one so precious
Only one, before there had even been
A little pink sign to fret over
Not a second
Goes by
That we won't
Internally dream
And cry, and wish, and wonder why
We didn't get to meet that little us
With a tiny heart, beating
Waiting to have been known, cherished, held
Yet there are
Tiny hearts
Being thrown away
Disposed of, left for dead
Forgotten, and abused
With mothers and or fathers who
Haven't the ability to love
Instead they amuse themselves by
Soaking up the stream of pity
That is given to them
If they've mentioned they've lost a child
But so coherently happen to forget to mention
That the life was lost
By their own hands
By their own selfish deeds
By their own destructive selves
Monsters eat up little ones in the night
Our stories forgot to mention
That often times our fears are born
Straight from the source of life
That we were made from
Not a second
Goes by
That we don't scream
That we won't dream
For the innocent lives lost at the hands
Of monsters claiming to be victims
Who won't own up to their own reflection
That they refuse to see in the mirror
Not a second
Goes by
That we don't argue
And fight with our own
But we hold hands with that other self
And can honestly say
'What is there that I wouldn't give?'
To be able to cherish the gift of life
That you, oh monster
Have so incredulously
Tossed away, to be forgotten
Until another day,
When the stream of pity
You go to find, to drink yourself fat on,
Has come your way
The likes of us despise those like you
We who have known loss and suffering
That kills us from the inside out,
That you gorge yourself on to indulge
Your greed, and vanity, and pride
While, those of us, fight
Every second that goes by
Not to die along side
The memory of that precious child.