Wednesday, March 3, 2010

That’s Why Babies Cry

Thrust out
Cold, wet
No more quiet contemplation
Enter into complication
Where was I before?
Somehow they’ve closed the door
And now I’m faced with death
From the moment of my first breath
Later is mystery
Now becomes history
I hurt because I live
And now you ask me to give
To become more
But what for?
Blessed or damned
I am.

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