A clone made for death

Another tiny me, carefully cloned by my genes
The pain I had to go through, eventually offering me my dreams
In order to receive the prize I had to fight and win the war
Just so I could cradle a clone of me, a clone whom I’d adore
They told me it was painful, and soon enough I found out
But the beauty I soon made, made me smile without a doubt
The doctors tried to tell me, that my clone was near the end
They tried to take my clone away from me – his first and only friend
My beauty stared up at me, locking his eyes with mine
His deep blue iris’s looking deeply with that familiar pretty shine
People tried yelling all around me, telling me to let go
How was I supposed to notice that my beauty would never grow?
All I saw in him was his beauty, not his apparent flaws
I couldn’t ever watch him crawl, walk or how he draws
This tiny clone of mine didn’t once try to fight
He simply closed his eyelids slowly, drifting to the night
Never again would I see his deep blue eyes, staring into my own
His small eyes would be empty; left to face death alone
Only then did I realize that I’d never had true love
I’d only been given a man, so I could cradle my tender dove
His chest slowly rose and fell, getting slower by the second
Now all he had to do was follow the light, as his saviour slowly beckoned…