Childbirth

I lost the most precious thing on Earth.

My beloved wife died during childbirth.

I pushed her to have a baby even though the doctor told us not to.

Now that she's gone, I can't stand this unbearable pain I'm going through.

She was diabetic and I should've known better.

My life became complete on the day that I met her.

But now she's dead and I know that I'm the one to blame.

When they buried her, I knew that life would never be the same.

The baby also perished on that horrible day.

I wish somebody would shoot me and take the pain away.

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This is a fictional poem

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