Mine.

Red stains,

Piercing cries,

Whimpers,

Silent breathing.

A baby,

One to call mine;

A girl,

One to adore.

The bed is empty,

The house quiet,

The birds have left,

She was taken.

My hope,

My love,

My life,

Gone.

Walk the empty

Streets full of pain,

Blades concealed,

Cold on heated skin.

Only a door, a wall,

A world, a conscience

Stand before me, and

I will bring back what is mine.