stillborn

07/2013

I am a burden,

an encumbrance

stuck somewhere between

in this birthing canal

                         inquisitive

I pushed my face

out of life's vagina 

to breath in the splendor,

the fullness of death

                       mute

I beheld the wonders

of an existence outside,

a realm that everyone

is afraid to find

                          anxiously

I cast down my weapons,

lifted my arms and turned,

allowing my enemies

to run me through 

Reviews

Oh and here you move yourself to an unborn or a dead fetus, interesting how your brain works, because once I have the same dream and thoughts had also in this ... How will it be? to be born but stillborn.... You have deep thoughts dear friend, you are anyway more preoccupied with death and life than many others, and this doesn't have to mean to be depressive at all... it's just a way of seeing beyond...

I appreciate you deep soul. It has a rich meaning, you can see it from the perspective of a stillbirth, but also from the eyes of a stillbirth, which is already on our way to the other world, and look at him/herself... themselves ... even years after birth, you might even feel stillborn, I felt that three or more meanings here... very well written ... I can not get enough of your work ..... perfect it is.

- Elisa xoxo

[FlatLineBeauty]

This was a powerful poem and heavily depressing. I enjoyed it. Very eye opening as well. I admire your work, btw Josh. xo Winter

[joshua deathdealer]

Thank you Winter for your reviews and your kind words. I'm glad you like my poetry.