Asphyx
Ensconced in a constricting sac
Muted voices, swathed in placenta
Night and day, months on end
I was snug and secure
.
.
.
.
Limbs stretched out, in a six foot box
Arms crossed over, six feet under
Night and day, eons on end
I will be restful, contented
. . . .
............As I live and breathe, under open skies
............No restricting grasp, no confining walls
............I asphyxiate with every second that passes
............So vulnerable… So bare…
Muted voices, swathed in placenta
Night and day, months on end
I was snug and secure
.
.
.
.
Limbs stretched out, in a six foot box
Arms crossed over, six feet under
Night and day, eons on end
I will be restful, contented
. . . .
............As I live and breathe, under open skies
............No restricting grasp, no confining walls
............I asphyxiate with every second that passes
............So vulnerable… So bare…
SoleSearching at 12:10 AM
4 Comments:
The beginning, the end, and the in-between...
I was snug and secure
I will be restful, contented
I asphyxiate with every second that passes
And the irony in the relationship between "space" and "peace within."
You have captured everything so well. I feel that life (ahh, yes, and mine) has been laid out on a table with three cards that spell a fact spanning millenia of mortal discontent.
Sigh. I am in complete awe of the ponderings your pen bleeds... ^_^
Good thought and interestingly put, as always.
Hope you're doing okay.
Soulless.. You are much too kind! I'm also amazed and pleased that you understand my random rants so well.
Smithy.. 'course I'm doing okay, I always land on my feet, all four of them!:)
Ah...I thought it was cats that did that, not bats ;P
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