Torn…
Born,
Limb from limb.
Torn apart.
Scorn the body within.
Should we mourn for the dead?
Did it live?
Did it ever begin?
It's like:
Life-
Does it start inside?
Death-
How can you decide?
Right-
Wrong is right sometimes.
Left
In confusion.
This isn't your decision,
Life isn't always hard,
New growth and cell division,
Sometimes defy the odds.
All those pieces could resemble life,
If those pieces were assembled right.
No judge or politician,
This falls outside the law.
Unthinkable position,
You can't decide at all.
Ever done something that you live to regret?
Something that you couldn't forget.
Eats you up inside, every day.