Biological Battle

BIOLOGICAL BATTLE

Years of wanting
and desperation,
watching friends bloom.

Thinking to myself -
everybody's pregnant but me.

Hate festers inside,
resentment and jealousy grows.

There's nothing wrong with me -
my husband has the problem -
a low sperm count you see.

But of course
I can't say that.

It came as such a shock,
and still my biological clock
goes tick tock.

The ticking grows louder
each passing year.
I'm angry and bitter -
time is running out I fear.

I want to scream at the injustice;
all those wasted years
trying to prevent new life,
when now it's the one thing
we most desire.

God, please end my tears.