I killed a baby last night.
Deaf to its cry,
Blind to its smile...
I let the baby die.

I've had my reasons.
Today I'm imprisoned,
my thoughts locked me up:
Whom did I stop?

A teacher? An artist? A chef?
A famous writer perhaps?
Potential surrendered to blight,
for I killed a baby last night.

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Disclmaimer: no real babies were harmed during the process; only a complex baby with just an imaginary part.