Meditation Poem by kathryn madonna

Is this eleation
A revelation
A strange sensation
They call it meditation
It but fills me with trepidation
At the fornication
As I witness the dilation
Of the womb
Giving breath to death
For with that new life
The mother then dies
The spirit does cry
As it stands on the precipice
Of time spent in regret
So the mind does forget
What it did beget
For every child conceived
Where evil breathes
Is kept within Satan's gaze
On this he does graze
And is kept alive
In the heart-beat
Of the innocent sweet
Does he care
This I will share
Very much
But such is the luck
Of the one that has been touched

(c) kathryn madonna
16/3/2009