Pantoum

This isn't going to be a funny post or a complaining post or even a post about me. Today, I feel the need to share something I wrote, something that attempts to express how I feel.

Let no sound escape thy lips
Be still, little child, be still
Thy life means nothing now,
Thou art nothing 'til thy birth

Be still, little child, be still
Eternal silence waits for thee
Thou art nothing 'til thy birth --
Thy birth, which thou shalt never see.