Moment of birth, 
Black as night, 
As heavy rain washes and comforts the room. 
The salt of water intensifies pain like a river, 
Wounds carried with miscarriage pain. 
The dark sky mourns with her, 
She gave birth to stillborn twins. 
Watch her bleed with no wins.

After I fathered her, 
I thought I was going to be a father. 
The mountain was burning, 
But all I heard was, "Twins are just a memory of dust." 
I was burdened with mourning, 
The moon shone like a morning. 
January 15th still marks the saddest day of my life; 
It can never turn into ash.

Salt, the taste of grief, 
Eyes weighed down by mournful love. 
Salt is dead in the mouth, but I will continue 
Walking deep in darkness and feeling the stones with my feet.