The shredded clouds loom red
as the newborn baby
screaming his lungs full of air.
My fears drown my tears,
my thoughts. Every fiber cries
for freedom, for captivity
in your guard.
You killed me and gave birth
to someone you couldn't love.
A cold being,
bloodless, a beating heart
in a mind of stone.
BirthA Poem by PrettyCrazySometimes, things are hazy and vague, and it's only when you've written the words, that they become clear in your mind.© 2008 PrettyCrazy |
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Added on March 1, 2008 AuthorPrettyCrazyBelgiumAboutTo be really honest, I kinda hate these boxes where you're supposed to 'tell us who you are!' First of all, I never know what to write in there. Second, I don't really fit in a box... But here goes a.. more..Writing
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