#WritcoPoemPrompt116


All was just merely coincidence,
Mismatching the present for the past,
Believed it was related to past-life experience,
Hope that the next day wouldn't be the last…
Feeling of dread and your end lay heavy on your heart,
Not knowing if it's reality or a life you've lived or one you were dealt
Heaviness lay on your chest and head, pressure building up so tight,
Will this soul make it another day, or go on before the end of night?
Dwindling thoughts come and go, random like a bright flash of lighting in the sky,
Then it's back again, a horrible dread, will I live or will I die?
How long will these feelings last, a week or much longer more,
Will they come back to me everyday until they put the last nail in my coffin door?
Finally after weeks, I find an answer to the pain and distress,
An obituary in the newspaper, was me pictured in a yellow dress. It was an exact copy of me but it wasn't I'm sure,
I know for fact because I still remain but who this was I am unsure.
So distraut and filled with uncertainty I investigate this weird thing I knew for sure was no dream,
An exact copy of my image just like me with a different name.
After a couple days I find out things that are disturbing but true fact,
She was my duplicate, my twin sister I never knew because my poor mother's circumstance to be exact,
A sad story of a young lady with no one who had no choice because she was trapped with no help from anyone,
All out of choices in life so she did what she done.
Without any options she had to let go of her heart, sadly to separate people her babies pulled apart.
I felt so angry but more sad at this awful thing that had happened to us,
What could have been a beautiful family, circumstances dealt and never again discussed.
Now it's too late because time was up to make it right again,
I only feel regret and anger for my life that could have been.

#neverknown
#sadlife

© A. L. Woods