Born
brought forth from the womb
mother forcing me from my warm comfort.
Who bears witness to my arrival?
Not my father
he was waiting in the waiting room.
Not mother
closed eyes
she pushes me from my first home.
You my friends
with your sterile mask
expressionless faces
whose antiseptic souls lay hidden.
You,you witnessed my being
empty
There are no promised feasts here
only rewards of our own making.
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Comments
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A very powerful and interesting write.
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I like this as strange as it may seem, It is still deep and it speaks loudly of how you still long to be alone and in your safe haven, I think sometimes people let the pain over take the joy and they forget life can not always be happy, and others accept it and become masked behind themselves.
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AWE!!!
WOW!!! being forced from warm comfort... how that could apply to so many things but used here was powerful... and i love how you describe the mother not really being there because her eyes were closed... i love it... i think one of your best yet... keep it up!!!...
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plastic smiles
who wear their souls on their faces.
Interesting.....hmmm....explain these lines, when I read it...I got a picture of blank masks of the purest white covering the doctors face as you were delivered. Niether smiling nor frowning..just blank...moking almost as you were forced from your mothers womb where you were .... what? content?
A mataphor for a ignored child?
A shout at the world for being so lonly...
What????
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