A tough birth, a tough lifeA Poem by SleeplessVolcano"true story"The closest haircut in decades - Like those in the army, Revealed a birthmark at he back of my neck Probably exactly at the spot Where the nuchal cord Twirled around my neck like a prey hungry anaconda So many years ago. But it did not kill me It choked me, but I lived It choked me, but I lived It choked me, but I lived, And tasted earth's bitter sweet breath soon thereafter. Life has been like that, Ever since. © 2015 SleeplessVolcano |
StatsAuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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