Life as we DON't see it ...
Pitiful wail in the middle of the night Pity for the victim Full-born It’s almost morn
The sky has bled with the mother Her natal blood Is a flood It’s almost morn
Not a whimper from her The heavens hear her Water thickens Blood weakens It’s almost morn
Open your eyes son This is your world You are born Of the red river Open your eyes son It’s almost morn
Her last breath in silence The last leaf Falls from the barren tree You have borne fruit Now you are gone It’s almost morn
Open your eyes life You are the dawn Night has left behind Shadows of the morn
Remember your soul-wrenching wail As you emerged From the blood-broken shell Wake up son Waiting for you is morn
You didn’t even see her You didn’t even know her Don’t reach for her Touch the red-splattered morn
And you rebel The individual that you are You are an unknown face Blind tears Splattered against the red morn And you son Was almost born!
What stayed with you?
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nicely...written....painfully reall [ Reply to this ]
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