Dying Before Living

I am something.

What am I?

I don't have eyes to see,

Or ears to hear,

Or legs to walk,

Or hands to clap.

I can't really be seen.

No not yet.

But I am alive.

What am I?

I am something.

What am I?

I hear something.

How do I hear?

I have ears.

What is that noise?

I have a heartbeat.

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

What am I?

I am something.

What am I?

There is something in front of me.

They're long & lumpy

I think they're called "fingers".

How do I see these "fingers"?

I have eyes.

I can see.

What am I?

I am something.

What am I?

I can't see anymore.

What happened?

I feel something happening.

I'm forming?

What is it I am forming?

A body.

A body with legs,

And arms,

And fingers,

And bones.

What am I?

I am something.

What am I?

I grew larger.

I am bigger than when I started.

I have full fingers,

And legs,

And a heart, all of my own.

I can kick.

I can move.

What am I?

I am something.

What am I?

I feel tight.

I want to get out.

I see the light,

The opening to new life.

I feel it!

I am ready!

I am alive!

I am coming!

I am --

What is this?

It hurts!

It is metal,

And sharp,

And cold.

What's happening?

I cry out!

But I can't be heard!

What is this?

Who is this?

He grabs me by my soft shoulders,

He punctures my newly formed head.

It hurts!

Why is he doing this?

I can't see the light.

I can't move.

I can't--

~*~*~*~*

I was something.

No.

I was someone.

I had a life.

But it was gone.

Gone before I could even live it.

I was alive.

But I was killed.

Who was I?

Why did I have to go?

What did I do that was so wrong to kill me?

I was just a baby.

I was just a little child.

A child that was never born.

I could have been something.

I could have been someone.

I could have made a difference in the world.

I could have helped you out with your problems.

I could have lent an extra hand.

I could have been...

I could have been...

I could have been born

But instead I'm dead.

Now, I'll never live again.

I will never see the light of life.

I will never be welcomed to the arms of

A loving mother.

I will never make friends.

I will never be who I was supposed to be.

I will never be me.

I am sorry for ruining your life because of my selfish choice to live.

(I am Something, What am I?)