Biographical Poetry posted February 14, 2017

This work has reached the exceptional level
expression of tragic loss


by Tier V. King

Disparage of womanhood,

discouraged....but needed courage
to even want to go on after that,
and with the tucking away of the facing dismay
with each new day or with just trying to find
a new way to say, "DEFEATED"

For it rendered me "REACHLESS"
unable to express my regress and stress
or to pretend to even comprehend.....the end
of something so beautiful and anticipated
or to try to explain such pain
or the cost of such loss engrossed

How depriving, demoralizing....
the arriving with plenty of empty
the empty where she used to be,
where empty got the best of me,
the empty eyes, empty arms, empty heart,
the empty as I fell apart....

Filled though...
with the missing of the wishing of the growing within
the flipping, stretching, turning that begins
with the heartbeat....that became
not the heartbeat.....and heartbeat burned
and I yearned my earned chance to hold her,
behold her or to simply smell her hair
so all care became rare and ran away with my mind
only later to find it in tiny bits and pieces
wallowing in mental feces....

This thing...decreases me but increases my insanity
especially since I had no plans to be
so exhausted from such evil loss and forced
to have to hold my precious breathless
when precious should have been restless
and by now the love child running wild, Trinni style
but then somehow
I was beguiled of her magnificence and her innocence
was so more

came dressed in pretty things
tied to strings attached to the Devil's wings
with dangled promises never meant to be kept
It crept in to strangle all promise
to mangle the dream come true
and to run me through
taking me with it too....
but left me asking,
"Why didn't you just finish me
you already diminished me
so why didn't you just.....
take me....


I wrote "Miscarriage" on 01/07/2015 in memory of my daughter, Sherkia Verleese King. I lost her during a 7 1/2 months of pregnancy in June of 2009. Miscarriage left me numb, not wanting to go on anymore. It destroyed me. I actually lost my mind for about a whole year and a half. It sent me on a self destructive mission and then I could not even express the shocking horror of such loss. Writer's block was evident but finally I was able to put words to what I was feeling.

Miscarriage needed to be explained and expressed in a way that would give other women who have suffered this loss some words to help them heal, even just a little bit. This in no way means that women do ever really heal from this kind of pain. We keep missing the special days that we wouldve spent together, the first days of school, the school plays, the graduations, etc... There just had to be some words about this gruesome loss. There just had to be some poetry about my memory of my Sherkia. I dedicate this poem to all women and girls who have suffered this loss. My love and heart is with you....believe me...
(copyright 2017 by Tier V. King
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